It was 2000 — the year my mother died and a boy broke my heart. And, it was the year a very special woman on an airplane gave me a poem — Do The Next …
What Am I Supposed to Do Now?
You’re in a state of desperation. Panic. Depression. You can’t think straight let alone act. “What am I supposed to do now?” you ask. Easy answers are insulting, save this one: Do the next thing. …