By Donna Myrow, JAWS Board Member
My boarding pass was on the table, carry-on bag next to the front door, winter boots ready for cold weather. I wore my favorite red parka vest over a turtleneck sweater with a scarf around my neck. Not my standard attire since I live in sunny California. I was dressed for JAWS CAMP 2013 in chilly Vermont. It was time to leave, but I refused to open the front door. How would I describe myself in thirty seconds to the dinner crowd — former newspaper publisher, youth media executive in transition or downsized retiree?
Teary-eyed, I did get on the plane. From the moment I arrived at the Essex Resort, JAWdesses greeted me with warm embraces. I dropped my bag at the front desk and joined a group at the bar. At that moment, there was no embarrassment explaining that my newspaper folded in February on our 25th anniversary.