If I had a party and no one came, it would trigger a great deal of shame.
This thought went through my mind as I sat at a local coffee shop where the monthly writers group meeting I lead takes place.
A party? No, but sometimes it felt like one since the members of this group enjoy a deep connection.
I knew one of the members couldn’t attend because she was celebrating her wedding anniversary. Another said she was busy getting ready to go on a trip on the weekend. A newer member said she had another meeting at the same time.
Then I received an email from someone else saying he had hoped to come but got rear-ended the day before and needed to deal with the car repair.
But at least there will be two here today, I thought.
Then I checked my email. One of the members who said she would be…
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