When I met my husband, Alexis, he called himself an artist. During those pre-dating days, I often stopped by our college cafe where I knew I could find him transforming a blank wall into a European-looking street. When he painted …
A Wallflower’s Secret
I stare at the 19 strangers encircling me and they look back at me – expectantly. I don’t like this kind of attention; even in small groups I prefer to keep quiet and let others do the talking. Together, we …