“You either walk inside your story and own it or you stand outside your story and hustle for your worthiness.”–Brene Brown I’ll never forget the day I stood in the archives at the Z. Smith Reynolds Library at Wake Forest University when an historian friend of mine showed me the bill of sale from the […]
I suspect this is a question I will ask myself from time to time over the next several years. What am I doing, with my undergraduate degree over thirty years behind me, trying to learn how to be a student again? Why am I adding the stress of reading assignments, tests, and lengthy papers to […]
I’ve performed the hokey pokey in about half a dozen countries, with Mongolian guides in the Gobi desert and indigenous people in the high Andean mountains. While the locals don’t know the words, there seems to be a universal language in the connections we make when we “shake it all about.” Recently, the hokey pokey […]
My time at Wake Forest was transformational. In four short years, I learned how to balance a checkbook, footnote a term paper and get out of bed for a 10:00 A.M. class. My friends taught me how to dance to beach music, tap a keg and execute a dorm prank without detection. I figured out […]
I wrote my first memoir in 5th grade. Memorably titled “All About Myself,” it was bound in a manila folder decorated in the popular flower power motif of the times. It’s full of scintillating tidbits about my young life, including Girl Scout camping trips, piano lessons and family vacations. My brother and sister make a brief appearance […]
