Okay. I tried it. I went to poetry potluck/reading today with safe church people at a private home and, fortified with Bravery Juice, read my 10-stanza poem (which I wrote during the church service...shhh) about coming out with my bald head. I took the wig off at stanza #5. Applause came at the end, but, surprisingly, there were no questions from the uninformed few about what condition I even HAVE! I kept the wig off, and the rest of the readings just went on with no hoopla.…
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