
Thirty Years Ago, I Quit the Sorority and Peed On My Sorority Pin
Thirty years later, a dear friend told me it was time to let it go.
I sat at my laptop in my house typing away next to an owl mug I bought in China Town. I was experiencing a “block.” Even though as a writer and a writing coach, I do not believe in blocks. I called my dear, longtime friend Lisa. She told me…