I was diagnosed with breast cancer at 27 years old. If you'd told me then, in the exam room where I first received my diagnosis, that I'd live long enough to get laugh lines around my eyes, or creases along my lips, I would've cried tears of relief.
Backpacking has taught me a lot, and I will carry all of those lessons with me into the future, but here's the thing -- I don't plan on carrying much else.
I'm done fighting with Mother Nature. Someday I hope to afford professional landscapers who are more equipped to fight off vermin and don't take it personally.
I had read about the "1989 Secret Sessions" on Tumblr in the weeks previous, wondering how those people were chosen and how I could possibly be included in such an event. Then suddenly, come Saturday afternoon, I too was on my way from UConn to Taylor Swift's home.
Ten years ago my son and I fell in love with a dog at a "Pet Adoption Event" in our grocery store parking lot. He was five at the time, and we went to the store for a couple of groceries, and came home with a dog.
Jill Ginsberg didn't know any of the people to whom she handed this money. It simply seemed to her that they needed it -- and that she needed to give it away.
We should shun adultishness and embrace not so much our inner child but our inborn childishness. Mounting if not incontrovertible evidence shows that we begin our lives with a moral and intellectual and creative bang.
I would be presenting differently, asking for a shift in my own pronouns and silently requesting to be respected and recognized as male. And sure, everyone responded with an initial "okay," but who was really on my side?
"When you see G-D, honey, can you please talk to Him about the Royals? Your daddy really wants to see them win this year." I managed a half-grin, and chimed in: "How about a deep playoff run?" Winning the World Series was probably too much to ask.
When my oldest friend, my true witness of 30 years, asked me to be one of her delivery coaches when she delivered her first baby, I cried with tears of honor and joy.
I had no idea what I would be as an adult because I didn't see anybody I could be. What I would have given to hear a high school teacher say, "I'm gay," "I'm a lesbian," "I'm queer;" to tell me that I could grow up to be a person a young man would respect?
In Abundance, I wrote about the Rising Billion -- the 3 million people in developing countries who'll become connected to the Internet by 2020. What will these people want? What will they purchase? Trillions of dollars will be injected into the global economy from the Rising Billion alone.
Much has been said about the Myth of the Supermom. That nonexistent female who does it all and looks good doing it. As moms, we hear about this woman, we know she's a myth, and yet we wonder... does she really exist?
Whether you're a Lunchable type of parent, or you're sending them with five course meals, I hope you're packing a little extra. This is the real stuff that satisfies hunger.
Looking back at it, I realize that it would have been logistically impossible to write a book and have it published all within a one year period -- and I'm ok with that.