Autobiographical

The Corner of the Table

Until today this corner of my dining room table held all the sympathy cards I received after mom died. I had not re-read any of them throughout the year. But today—one year after her funeral—seemed like a good day to re-read them and to let them go.

Autobiographical

March 1, 1995

In that ponderous moment on the patio at Pepperdine, the voice in my head said to me, “Brett, the world is so much bigger than what you know. Go be a part of it. It’s time to make a bold change. It’s time to move.”