Fifty-Six Ways to Say I Love Me

Sunday, May 7th was a special day. Not just because I had the opportunity to read my story, Fifty-Six Ways to Say I Love Me, in front of a fabulous live audience at City Winery Chicago. Not just because my children were there, and my parents were there, and my daughter’s future in-laws were there. Not just because old friends (as far back as high school) and new friends (as recent as my bike trip in Mallorca the week prior) showed up to support me. On Sunday, May 7th I got to stand on a stage and read my truth out loud. To share the power of the journey I have been on for the last four years. To hear the audience laugh together and grow quiet together and feel something together. I got to savor the applause and hear people tell me I reached them, touched them, inspired them. This is why I write. In sharing my honest truth, my struggles, my triumphs I open myself up to connection and I thrive on that energy. Thank you for being part of my audience.

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