A few years ago I wrote what remains my most visited post – and my favorite post. I thought about it today, sitting at home sick. It’s about writing obviously, but it’s also about me and my wife.

I haven’t felt like sitting in front of the iMac’s camera for another “Home Alone” video, but this seemed fitting.

So here it is, just the audio this time, reading an old post from my heart.

John reads: “What writing means to me”

I just want you to know the performance anxiety is killing me. Kermit was terrible and Yoda was only so-so.

Get your kicks in now. It may never happen again.

Sometime before these two weeks are up you may like one of these posts.

This will not be that post.