She drifted to the back of the room
It just felt more comfortable being out of the spotlight
Liza didn’t like performing on demand
Even when she was paid for it she had such anxiety
Now allow her her quiet space and she blossomed
That was hard when you were master of ceremonies
Image: src.lafargeholcim-foundation.org/img/2dd539be-e8eb-489c-b144-fc60ed4eaaf2/h(true)/c(738-1.33333333333333-100-5.65023331304524-0)/101_ha14_apac_mc_susanbachtiar.jpg
Stories and photos from Scotland
A paper-cut survivor
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
AUTHOR
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Never Short On Words 