Expecting the unexpected

has become
expected.

If I was reading
this to my son
he would look at me
cross-eyed and walk
out of the room.

I held the book I wrote
for the first time today.
It was waiting for me
at the front desk
because I asked a friend
I love and work with
to please, please, please
bring her copy in
so I could see it,
and hold it.

I am still laughing
at the fact that I wrote
something that my friends
and family have purchased,
held, and read before me.
It is very wacky.

I was manning
the front desk
for my school
and I must have looked
insane, as I laughed
and cried and turned
the precious pages
of my little book.

That is how it goes
when you publish a book
these days,
I suppose...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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