Monday, August 1, 2016


So I was looking at my baby finger, admiring that scar I have had for decades now, when suddenly it occurred to me I should write a column about skin and how it's a roadmap detailing at least some of the places you've traveled.

People ask me if I ever worry about running out of ideas.  And the answer is both yes and no.  I worry that one day I'll realize the well has done gone dry.  OH NO!  But as my deadline approaches, I look around, see a finger, and think, okay.  I can write about that.

Have faith in the process, people.

1 comment:

Megan Goates said...

It may be just the day I've had, but I cried when I read your column. And I will now come out of the woodwork to tell you that Jack once broke his collarbone. Surprise, surprise. xo