Today Facebook's memory was a good one.
It was a link to a post I'd written WAY back, on a group blog of southern writers.
But the message is still true.
I couldn't have published a single book, possibly not a single essay, or book review, or even those little poems when I was nine years old -without the help of friends.
HERE'S THE LINK to the essay.
(And here's the photo accompanying it. My friend Leslie's porch, where our writing group enjoyed a day in the "mountains" and lunch on the porch.)