I’m on the road this week and have a very limited Internet connection, so I’ll keep this short. Sorry I missed yesterday. Tomorrow I’ll be selling books at a festival in San Jose, so I’ll be offline then, too. Next week, I’ll be back on schedule.
I interviewed a very interesting woman yesterday. She’s exactly my age, but her life is very different because she has children and grandchildren. Toward the end, she asked about my children, and I had to tell her “I don’t have any children.” “Oh, I thought you did,” she said. Sigh.
I received a comment yesterday from a new reader who became so unhappy with her childless state that she slashed her wrists. I was shocked by that, but unhappiness can lead one to all kinds of desperate measures. She assured me she is in treatment now and is okay, but she wants to know how people cope and how they keep going without losing hope. Maybe one way is stepping out of your own grief to help other people. So, my friends, do you have any words of comfort for the woman who calls herself Lizardgoat and for anyone else who might be feeling just as desperate but hasn’t found the courage to write?
Talk to you soon.