Dear Diary

Diary, you know I'm no horn tooter. First, because it's not in my nature or my upbringing. Second, because the littlest of things can undo me, so my toot is rarely as big as someone might expect or hope, and I feel sad when I disappoint. But this little PSMing Website recently received a glowing review from a lady named Nan Graham, and I have no choice. Truth be told, I'm jumping up and down on the inside, because, to me, this is actually a big hairy encouraging deal.

Nan is a writer, teacher, and radio personality now living in North Carolina. I'm special because I have a signed copy of In a Magnolia Minute that says, "For Karen, a real magnolia!" Of this book and Nan, Pat Conroy, author of Prince of Tides, said, "Nan Graham is as Southern as black-eyed peas, scuppernong wine, she-crab soup, Crimson Tide tailgating and a dog with ticks. She is so relentlessly Southern she makes me feel that I was born in Minnesota and Bailey White in Ohio!"

And it's true. She's authentic, charming, funny, delightful and just plain irresistable. To even know of her is to love her. So when I received her words below in a reply email (yes, I now have in my possession Nan Graham's email address) she sent to a friend, well, you can imagine.

I read all the PSM entries though sadly do not use Facebook or Twitter so could not access those avenues. But I enjoyed what I was able to retrieve! You are right...your friend Karen is very funny and a very good writer! (I love that she calls the departing son Spawn!) The drawings are really clever and the diagrams of the shifting emotions humorous and spot-on. It certainly seems to be an area that can use insight in managing the complexities of the single life for the more (dare I say) mature woman since the forum for singles in their 20s is certainly plentiful and excessive. Karen has a light and easy touch which should surely make her a natural connecting to other PSMers. Do wish her well for me.....

Things like this just don't happen everyday. Not to me, anyway. Fair warning: I'll be hard to live with for a little while. Oh, wait. I have PSM. I live alone. You're just a diary. Never mind. Carry on.