A grade-school friend I hadn’t been in touch with for decades, learned about my book, ordered it and began reading it. As she read, she emailed me her responses and reactions. Along the way, she told me something about the life she has lived. In each email, her words communicated how warm, loving and supportive she is. Though I haven’t seen or heard from her in years and years and years, I know I like her and want to keep her in my life. One of her two sons lives in Healdsburg, and I’m hoping the next time she and her husband come to visit from the East Coast, we will be able to see each other.
Although I feel obliged to keep promoting my book, a large part of me understands that if reconnecting with my old friend were the only outcome of writing and publishing, it would be enough.