A strange feeling Quite unexpectedly the first box of my new books arrived in the mail today. There is something both exciting and a little scary as I hold my thoughts in my hand. It is exciting because I have finally published my first book, which has been something I had hoped I might do for many years. It is scary because those pages contain my thoughts. As that book is picked up and read, people are encountering part of me. I am reminded of the little book Why am I afraid to tell you who I am? and its basic premise was that I am afraid to tell you…