Writing is hard.
Having that writing published brings out some of the deepest insecurities.
Writing makes you humble.

I thought the worst thing as an author would be to one day see one of my books in the bargain bin at the local bookstore or for sale at a thrift store.

But I was wrong.
Last week I experienced something far worse.

I was at a party where we played the infamous White Elephant gag-gift exchange and someone picked a present, opened it up…and it was my first book.

Even more humbling, the one who brought the gift to the party was my mother.