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  • I sit in my comfy chair in my suburban kitchen with windows and a view of the lush green that last night's storms left behind all around me.

    Instead of being here, in my comfy chair in my suburban kitchen with windows and a view of the lush green that last night's storms left behind all around me, I grab my laptop. Like an alcoholic reaching for his bottle, I login to Facebook. I am weak against the need to exist anywhere but here today.

    After Facebook, I check e-mail. Blah, blah, blah, then ah yes, today's cowbird daily story. My finger hovers pointedly over the trackpad. Maybe I will; Maybe I won't.

    To be honest, I've been thinking cowbird a feckless lover lately. The metrics of page views, loves, and audience members is wreaking havoc on my fragile sense of self as a writer. I don't understand what makes some pieces so much more loved than others, some voices more receiving of widespread audiences than others. It's not like I live an exciting life or have much more than pithy parenting tales to spin. Maybe I don't belong. Maybe I should just quit while I'm ahead.

    Nonetheless, I read the subject line. Today's story is by some guy named Tony Giordino. I remember seeing his name on the site before. I tend to remember all Italian-sounding names, having lost my own Italian identity to marriage and tradition. I also notice a reference to Carpaccio in the title. Hmm. I love Carpaccio.

    I open the e-mail and begin to read.

    Holy shit! I think to myself, as the first few lines take hold in my psyche. Is this fiction, I think, before realizing that no, he's for fucking real. I finish reading, and go on to follow the winding threads of dedications and sprouted stories. I'm in awe at his courage, I feel his words on a visceral level, and simultaneous cursing his enviable writing style. Only among writers, eh?

    I'm also bursting to share this story. Not just Tony's story, but the meta story - about the website that invites anyone and everyone to share stories so that we may preserve the human condition in a digital world, and the day that one such storyteller trusted this simple concept enough to stay a while longer. Literally.

    So thanks, Tony, for reminding me of the power of a single story within the universal story we all share. And for trusting us enough to share in it with you.

    And thank you too, cowbirders. Because at the end of the day, I realized that only you might understand how I felt reading Tony's story while sitting alone in my suburban kitchen with windows and a view of the lush green that last night's storms left behind all around me. I too, think I will stay a while longer.

    Photo credit: http://www.ordinarycourage.com/my-blog/2011/8/8/courage-is-a-heart-word.html
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