Embarrassment is defined as mild to severe levels of discomfort, usually experienced when someone commits a socially unacceptable or frowned-upon act.
The older I get, the less embarrassed I am. Hey, take me as I am, or don’t take me at all. But one of the stories in my just-published “flash memoir,” Flashes of Life: True Tales of the Extraordinary in the Ordinary, includes a tale entitled “How to Embarrass Your Kids.” Readers have told me they relate to my (tee hee) gleeful moments of embarrassing my progeny. Not in a mean way, but ….
Well, you’ll see. I wrote about the subject eight years ago and posted it here: How to Embarrass Your Kids | roughwighting
Last weekend two friends (and fellow writers) gave me (and my book) a “Launch Party.” This was a bit embarrassing for me, as 20 plus people (all vaccinated) attended to applaud my feat of publishing. I don’t like to be the focus at any gathering (introverts understand: I’m Late to My Party | roughwighting)
Before I signed copies of my book, the attendees insisted that I read one of my stories. I choose the one about “embarrassing our kids.” Watch the short video of me reading. Besides wind and chimes, you can hear the chuckles in the background, which helped me relax and enjoy the party!
Flashes of Life is now available for the Kindle as well as a softback on Amazon or at Borgo Publishing. My book of flash stories will give you lots of chuckles, I promise, but perhaps also a few moments of catching your breath and thinking “yessss, life is extraordinary.”