I’m another year older and another year wiser.
I enjoyed a low-key birthday celebration with my beautiful wife, who agreed to see a movie about the world of professional wrestling with me. Now that’s what I call true love.
We capped our night out with dinner at a Mexican restaurant.
W was up last night with heartburn, and I suffered the consequences of eating leftover Mexican food for breakfast. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m questioning whether I really am any wiser than I was last year.
W got me some thoughtful gifts:
A little red flask.
An RBG jersey:
Plus, tickets for a concert featuring rock goddess Joan Jett.
Looks like this butch made out like a bandit because all I really wanted was to spend the day with my wife.
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I attended a creative nonfiction conference this past weekend in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. W and one of the kids came with to enjoy my big, fancy hotel room.
I left the hotel room early in the morning while the two of them slept in. I popped in from time to time to use the bathroom or check in on them.
“You look so happy,” W said.
I couldn’t lie. And I couldn’t stop smiling. I was in my element. I was with a bunch of other people nerding out on using white space in an essay or the ethicality of composite characters in memoir. There was a entire panel discussion on truth in creative nonfiction.
We were all fangirl/fanboy when memoirist Mary Karr delivered the keynote Saturday evening.
Before we left for the conference, I was having second thoughts about attending.
“I’m not good with peoples,” I told W.
“You’ll be fine,” she said.
And I was. I had two of my writer group friends with me, which made things easier. I didn’t have to assume wallflower mode. Which is a good thing because none of the walls were flannel covered.
Plus, many writers are introverts, which meant we could all be awkward with one another without judgment. (Looks at floor.)
My writer tank has been filled.
And I’m still glowing from the weekend.
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What about you? What lights you up?
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