I hate asking for help

I hate asking for help

Many of you know that I’m asking for help. I’m emailing each and every friend I have (at least nearly). I’m working my way through family emails, reaching out one-by-one. I’m thumbing through neighborhood directories figuring out who I know well enough to ask. And I...
I told Danny I was writing a memoir

I told Danny I was writing a memoir

I told Danny I was writing a memoir. In My Humble Opinion that took guts. Maybe it was even stupid. We were sitting on the outside porch at my house, having a nice conversation about I don’t remember what, and I tried to off-handedly mention the book and my agent....
The power of the mind

The power of the mind

I’ve been in a “state.” A bit on edge (although I’ve denied it when people have called me on it). A bit out of sorts. Just a bit tense and tight inside – tenser and tighter than I like to be. I suppose I have reasons for it. I have tons going on, in work and in life,...
Why is my mother my biggest fan?

Why is my mother my biggest fan?

It makes no sense. People who read my manuscript (as I wait to find the ideal publisher) just about always ask, “What do your mom and dad think about this?” They worry if my relationship with my parents will suffer, or has suffered, because of what I’ve written and...