For many years I hid in the shadows, embracing the identity of wife of… and mother of…, until an empty nest made me ask myself who I am on my own. Someone told me not to hide my light under a bushel, but I wasn’t even sure I had one.
I dragged my protesting self into visibility and started going to open mics and doing book signings. I even auditioned for a part in a comedy at the community theater – and got it!
Would anyone like my autograph?
Out there shines the moon,
light filched, unearned, from the sun,