Greetings. Readers of this blog have perhaps noticed that I have been disinclined to write in recent months. When I first leapt into this blogosphere back in 2009, and felt like Sandra Bullock spinning terrified in Gravity, a Wolf, D.A. Wolf, came by like some virtual George Clooney (although with better dialogue to be sure) to gently say hello, as if I were a wallflower in a party without walls, and take me by the hand and get me a virtual drink and introduce me around to a few people.
I’d been thinking about D.A. on a recent day and was therefore more delighted than surprised to get an email from her. Besides saying hello, she invited me to participate in a series she was curating about Fathers and Sons, having recently done one on Mothers and Daughters. Honored and inspired, and instead of thinking (which I’ve been doing a bit too much of lately, especially around 4am), I just started writing. D.A. is encouraging, and a great teacher. She even took time to edit my little essay, for which I deeply appreciate and thank her.