In the Eye of the Beholder

This is what shameless self-promotion looks like. It’s not pretty. It’s a pony tail and a baseball cap, some leftover mascara, a sunburned nose, a wine-stained sleep shirt (ironically, one from St. V’s NICU reunion), and coffee breath. It feels a bit like whoring, all this plugging for myself. Well, whoring without the sexual gratification […]