The mirror moment marks that unmistakable point in time when we take the courage to step up to our own destiny, and declare “I got this.”
Want to know the truth? I left journalism because I couldn’t write another obituary. Aside from the long hours, the low pay, and the high mileage logs, I was done writing copy for Page A6. That’s the right page, isn’t it? The Obituaries. In my time as a journalist, each day brought exciting new adventures….
I wasn’t born yesterday. And I’m learning to recognize the wounds that make a woman or a man less than whole.
An eternal optimist, I try to make the best of things. But every pandemic summer has its days.
The gloves came off. I removed the mask. And I bared myself to the hemlock trees. Unfiltered.