Today is the thirteenth anniversary of my breast cancer diagnosis (all good here) and a day I’m going to do something I’ve always thought I shouldn’t. Give up my anonymity and promote something I’ve written. Makes me feel like I’m wearing a push-up bra and shimmying my way into a bar, but it’s not really that big a deal and I hope you don’t mind.
So here’s a link to a piece I wrote for Easy Street Magazine. While you’re at the site, take a gander at the other pieces there. . . some wonderful writing.
