Colin sounded breathless, like he was running late. He apologized for being out of touch for the past few days. He had been busy studying for exams. “My sister has been riding my ass these days,” he explained. “She’s accusing me of spending too much time with you and not enough time studying. I had to prove her wrong, of course.” “I understand, Colin. Guess what? I’m ready to talk to the group!” I had decided to take a turn and talk about my phobias. I had written my contribution ahead of time so I wouldn’t get tongue-tied. Since I’d started writing down my dreams, the words flowed easily. I’d found I was able to express myself better in writing than by speaking. The session went well. I listened to each member’s contribution, expecting to hear Amona speak up again. She did not. I didn’t care. I was ready to use my real name. I waited patiently until the end of the session, when I was certain everyone was finished.
