Lori
As a writer I'll get you started on your own version of a newsletter.
Once upon a time, I received the ANA Newsletter. I was happy. I was connected. I felt one with the family. Then suddenly something sinister happened. My mailbox was empty. I made jokes about it at first. People laughed. But in my heart I knew there was something wrong. Could it be that my secret CIA life was revealed and THEY were out to get me? Or could it be that somehow that unpaid parking ticket had reached the offices of the ANA? Or could it be the mailman who seeks to alieanate me from the world I know? He does look at me in a funny sort of way. Come to think of it, everyone looks at me in a funny sort of way. Like they know something. They couldn't possibly know. I lie awake at night listening to the sounds. The breeze is deafening. I reach beneath my pillow and feel the safety of the cold metal Magnum. I hope I will never have to use it. But I am ready. They don't know the Lori they are dealing with. Heck, after reading what I just wrote, I don't know the Lori I'm dealing with.
So, Lori, I hope this gives you a start on your own ANA Newletter. I think it will give some real insight into the stuff we deal with.
David (writing safely from the ANA Forum basement)