I won't burden you with the details that led to this highly improbable shame-fest. Just let me say that when the Famous Beautiful Woman climbed into my Jeep and went to fasten her seatbelt, I knew that the time had come for me to back out of my parking space.
t was here, at my first book launch party, that I determined that the only thing worse than writing a memoir titled "How to Love an American Man" and then staying single for life would actually be to have a wedding.
In my work with my clients, I've often wondered why some people jump right in to learning and growing and take off with it, while others seem to keep getting stuck. I've discovered that harboring a shameful secret is one of the reasons.