The Universe has been throwing me bones the last few weeks, my friends. Good bones. Meaty, juicy bones. And I had full intention of sharing them with you.

But I’ve reconsidered.

They’re too personal, and it’s too early. My apologies. It was never my intention to tease you. I’m keeping them to myself for now.

But there is one thing I can share with you. If you’re interested.

Last week I saw for perhaps the gazillionth time the widow Nora McInerny’s talk on grief posted on TED LinkedIn.

YAWN.

I’m so tired of Nora. I liked her memoir, but TED treats her like she’s the only widow that has ever lived. So I commented on the TED feed:

“TED, please post my talk from GCU in April on the power of standing alone, enough with Nora.”

I thought I’d get in trouble, but four days later a TED curator contacted me to let me know it has been edited and posted on Youtube.

So there you go. I will post it on this blog eventually, just not yet. I’m trying to figure out if I’m going to be one of those actresses who never watches her own movies.

Not sure if I want to watch it or not.

But don’t let that stop you. If you’ve been one of the dozens of people boreassing me about it, it’s up. If you want to see it, go look for it. Or you can wait.

Until then, au revoir and have a nice weekend. I have bones to chew.