Since this is a debutante ball, I thought I should let you know I’ve already “come out.” I was going through customs a few weeks ago and for the first time when asked what I did for work I answered, “I’m a writer.” I fully expected flashing lights, sirens and to be dragged to a back room where a burly customs agent named Flo would do a search I wouldn’t…
Introductions make me nervous. The pressure of introducing two—or, God forbid—more people causes some sort of mental misfire during which I blank on one or both people’s names. And don’t try to connect it to the wonders of aging; it’s been like this all my life. I forgot my high school boyfriend’s name when I introduced him to my father. One lousy syllable. Vic. So while I should manage to…
When I brazenly stated that I’d be the one to take Mondays — assuming that reading how other people tackled the topic of the week would only cause me undue stress and possibly bring on a continued massive inferiority complex — I surely hadn’t imagined this moment. Me, the day before my introductory post is due, with no clue how to do it. What could I have been thinking? I’m…
