Far better than meeting the author...
While traveling today, I had the rare pleasure of meeting someone who’s been with me since September 2024.
Vicki was one of my earliest paid subscribers when I wrote for my wit’s end, long before Truths Our Bodies Remember had a name, let alone a start date. She read the raw stuff. The riffs, the rants, the half-formed questions, all under my pseudonym of Wry Banter.
Today, while passing through her city, I reached out. She welcomed Mari Jo, our pup Truffles, and me into her home for a warm, thoughtful visit.
In a publishing world dominated by reach and metrics, this felt like something much more grounded: a moment of return. One of those soul-level reminders that readers are not just “audience.” They are co-travelers, interpreters, question-askers and sometimes, if you’re lucky, they become friends.
Vicki, thank you. Peace, love, and warm hugs,
Wayne
