“What’s happening with the LGBTQIA+ kids in the foster care system here?” My question landed with a thud. “Crickets,” as they say. I have no idea how the mic made its way to my hand or how I ended up on my feet in front of a group of about fifty strangers and a few friends. My husband and I were at a community conversation about the LGBTQIA+ community in our town and my intention had been simply to be a good ally. To vote with…
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My Writers Group, My Word Nerds
It took me a long time to become willing to be part of a writers’ group. Frankly, I’d heard some fairly awful things about them. I had heard such groups could be competitive and repetitive. That some groups were more in love with the idea of writing than getting anything done and that those meetings sounded more like a roomful of angsty teens than a bunch of grown-up word nerds trying to help one another improve. [bctt tweet=”A bunch of grown-up word nerds trying to help…