Everyone who emailed and commented seemed to really enjoy the last entry, and I’m really happy about that. I am very proud of it, and I’m going to see if I can get it published someplace. This is an odd feeling for me, because I am usually very critical of everything I do, which prevents me from sitting back and saying to myself, “Hey, Wil! You did a good job! Enjoy it!”
Anyway, I’m going to submit The Trade to This American Life, and see what happens. Cross your collective fingers for me, if you don’t mind. 🙂
Anne shared a sentiment with me last night, which I think she heard from my mom, and it is the thought for today:

“A mother is only as happy as her saddest child.”