Monday, May 21, 2012

Conquering the dragon

My dragon was my dad, and a very fierce one. His fire: making me the smallest person on earth. He had a knack for it — a knack for spitting that fire — and I wasn't the only one that got in its domineering way...

But I've conquered my dragon, its flames can no longer hurt me.

Leaving the business was a big part of that. Bigger, though, is when we occasionally see each other: It seems as if the dragon is nothing but a little lizard...


  1. I could have written this post. Thank you so much for this blog. It has been encouraging and validating.

  2. You are welcome, Stephanie! Please feel free to reach out by email: