Walking for Our Lives, my most recent memoir, is at the printers.
Sending it off felt like standing on the porch to watch a child go off to college. After all that attention to details, molding his shape and direction, watching him develop and grow, change and mature, I had to let go. And with the release, I hoped the world would accept the product, be it a book or a child. I looked forward, with excitement as well as apprehension, to his being appreciated, studied, loved, and caressed. And I hoped he would somehow impact the world and make it better. (more…)