The Ronaissance Newsletter – Library Book Event Edition


Speaking at my Hometown Library A woman came up to the table after my talk and asked me to sign a book. I asked her name so I could inscribe it, and somewhere between the first letter and the last, she started to cry. Her wife of forty-some years had died two years ago. Her name was Angela. Beautiful name. I got up and hugged her. I told her to keep saying that name out loud. Keep telling people about her. Because she was important, and still is. That conversation is why I wrote the book. All...