A post from my friend Shan Jeniah–
I’m about to write a post I don’t want to write, and which I’ve put off writing for most of the day.
My reservation is a bit of a mystery to me…but I think it goes back to attitudes impressed upon me in childhood. About how it’s somehow a failure to ask for help, or maybe even to need help.
But I do need help.
A year ago, my husband and I were well on our way to launching a successful cottage industry selling his artisanal hot sauces. It was something that had been a passion of his even longer than I was – I remember him telling me that he wanted to marry flavor and heat way back when we were only dating, and I really had no idea that he would be my husband in a matter of months.
He went through all the legal steps to be…
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M. K. Waller 