Yet no move quite compares with our last, and I thought perhaps I would share with you my own personal experience of trauma and growth which took place on September 11, 2001. It's a story of hardship and triumph, a testament to sheer endurance and one woman's determination to overcome against insurmountable odds, a memorial to the unbreakable American spirit which enables all of us to nobly press forward and spit in the face of tragedy and heartbreak, giving the metaphorical finger to enemies of freedom everywhere.
Read DeNae's story here: Driving Me Crazy.
DeNae is a Music teacher, composer, arranger and director of the Las Vegas Mormon Youth Symphony and Chorus. She is also a free-lance writer with one published book, "The Accidental Gringo".
She says that her writing style is "essayist", which means she, like Norman Mailor and Moses, is incapable of uploading digital pictures to her blog.
DeNae blogs (essays?) at My Real Life Was Backordered, but I'm pretty sure she could take over for Mary Roach at Reader's Digest if she really wanted to. In fact, once I found DeNae's blog, I promptly got rid of my subscription, since the humor column is all I really care about anyway.
Unfortunately, DeNae is the only one of my guest posters that I have not actually met in real life--but that's not for lack of trying. It seems that if I am in Vegas, that's when she decides to come to Utah, so essentially we're like two ships passing in the night. Sad, really. I even thought about crashing her nephew's wedding here in Cedar City, but that didn't work out, either.
Someday, DeNae. Someday.