Confessions of a Bush-Hiding Bookworm

Why Introverts Are the Deep Thinkers the World Needs

Storytime

Buggers, she made eye contact. There goes my invisibility cloak.

I put on my fake smile and closed my journal on my hand as the facilitator of the networking event came toward me.

“Won’t you join us?” She invited, but it sure felt like a directive.

I nodded, and dropped my eyes just like I did as a kid when the playground chaperone caught me hidin…