A couple of weeks ago, I had a speaking engagement in Omaha, Nebraska. It was cold, really cold, especially for the end of April, and my California self nearly froze to death. But everything was so green, and fresh, and beautiful as well, a perfect metaphor for the weekend. See, I flew out with no agenda, no big plan… just some words I’d jotted down on my laptop, honest words about hopes and heartaches, about being a writer, a parent, a human. And as I finished sharing my stories, something began to happen, as it often does during these speaking engagements. People began to share their stories with me…and for that I am truly honored, and grateful.
So thanks Wordsowers in Omaha, for listening to my stories, and for sharing yours. You made a cold weekend warm.