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Launch date announcement!

My launch of The ABC's of Pandemic Parenting has taken a necessary pause as I regather myself after my dad died from complications related to his Alzheimer's in late March. Quite frankly, my brain just didn't work in a way I could trust to be able to see to the details needed to launch. The pause has been restorative (and I suspect will be followed by still more, though hopefully shorter, pauses, because: grief). So I'm excited to announce an actual Let's Do This date:


                                        Wednesday, May 18th 2022!


Yes, next week. My journey of self-publishing this collection of mini-memoir has been a pleasurable one, and I think a lot of that has to do with working with my coach (I'm currently working on a coaching certification and a gift of that is working with other talented coaches in training) to be clear on what my purpose is in sharing this writing. Keeping those goals as a north star has helped me push through my many layers of resistance to self-publishing, sharing my writing, and ultimately emerge from the pause with renewed delight in having something to share. 




Here's a quick look at some of the reasons behind why I want to share this collection of mini-memoir:

I had a New Year's Resolution of sharing my writing more widely, one that I've made in the past but not followed through with.

I think it is brave to share your creative work, and I want to be braver. 

I want to learn through this process, and even eventually figure out how to make my life of writing and my emerging life of coaching come together into an actual form of work. I think this experiment will yield a lot of learning toward that.

Ultimately, I needed to be able to see my own life and that is why I wrote this collection. And I hope it serves as a jumping off point for others to see their life too, and by seeing it, feel the relief and connection that seeing can create. 

There are more, but I'll stop there for now. For now, I'll just savor the thrill of giving a date to the project and sharing that with others. No turning back now. 

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