"Contact everyone on your email list," the editor continued. "Ask them to read your story and comment on it."
Denise picked up her phonebook and quickly flipped through the pages with her fingers, copying email addresses of her friends and relatives onto her yellow legal pad. She couldn't wait to tell them that she was writing again and was going to be published. Her writing had been reborn like the crocuses and daffodils in the yard
Most of the people she emailed said they were glad she was writing again and agreed to do what the editor asked, including, Julie.
She's Denise's former next door neighbor and president of her neighborhood association.
"Did you know that when you sent that email to me, eighty-eight members of the association got it," she asked Denise? Flushed with embarrassment, Denise groaned. Then, she rushed to rectify the situation, writing that she didn't realize she had sent the email to anyone but Julie. "I have two addresses," Julie explained. "Both begin with Julie. Use the one with my dog's picture."
Today, Denise typed Julie's name in the addressee's line to answer a question someone posed in the neighborhood email newsletter. Only one address appeared, the one with the dog's picture.
Maybe someone else's face flushed with embarrassment, too, after Denise's first email went to the neighborhood group.