Nine years ago this week, my fourth-and-soon-to-be-ex wife picked me up from Creative Care, the Malibu dual-diagnosis rehab that had been my home for the previous 35 days. I had resigned my teaching job. I was facing a jail sentence after a felony drunk-driving arrest. I had gone months without seeing my children. I was a disgrace, a punch line, a scandal to my family and my now-former colleagues.
Many congrats, Hugo. Glad for you.
I am virtually standing and cheering this post! Such wonderful and welcome news, and, as always, a beautifully expressed testimony to the process and the pain, and the joy! Hurrah, Hugo!! I will continue to cheer you on in your *new* position. And to enjoy your writing.