closing thoughts

If, before the Covid-19 pandemic, anyone had told me that I would be writing a 30-essay memoir, I would have suggested that they were under the influence of an illegal substance.  Yes, I often tested the patience of family friends with stories about things I had seen and done.  Yes, mentees often rolled their eyes when I told them “just one more story” to make a point.  Yes, a few friends had even suggested I write about my life experiences, maybe to limit my storytelling. No way, I countered. I [...]