Write Something. Share it. What happens with it after you hit “Publish” is out of your hands. 

A blue stack of pages printed with a recent blog post walked into my office yesterday. The carrier confessed that he had meant to make one copy but mistakenly made 50. I was confused. “You printed this from my blog?” I asked. 

“No,” he answered. Holding up the white original he explained, “This was sitting on the counter next to the copier.”

Huh. I am not in the habit of printing out my blog posts and sprinkling them around the office. 

Write something. Share it. What happens with it after you hit “Publish” is out of your hands. 

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I used my sports column in the college paper to criticize the rude and rowdy behavior of some male fans during women’s basketball games. A copy of that column got clipped and placed in the personal mailbox of those fans’ ringleader. Stares and whispers in the cafeteria arose instantly. I was confronted in the computer lab and my defense was shushed by the librarian. Somebody unloaded a fire extinguisher on my car. 

Write something. Share it. What happens with it after you hit “Publish” is out of your hands. 

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