Why I admire Frank Warren
He has created one of the most amazing projects in the world. The postcards make me laugh and cry and think and hope and wonder and feel connected to other people. No other books have done so much for me.
He has created one of the most amazing projects in the world. The postcards make me laugh and cry and think and hope and wonder and feel connected to other people. No other books have done so much for me.
He gives me cheers. Plus, I like that things are awkward between him and Jesus Christ.
I’ve signed up to volunteer for his presidential campaign so it’d be great to actually meet him.
I love the Pedicord Apartments. Seriously. Love. I would love to talk to them about it.
His work is amazing. I have fond memories of swinging on Arikidea.
I met him at one of his readings in St. Paul, MN. I was late arriving at the Hungry Mind/Ruminator so I had to sit by the door to the store. I brought a friends book with me so he could sign it for her as I was housesitting for her while she was in New Hampshire or somewhere. He did. He wrote: Rebecca, Gabby looked through all your stuff. David. He was funny and amiable.
Besides the fact that he probably doesn’t remember meeting me…we talked about Oprah, of all people. I think he might think that I was a stalker as I was the first person into his reading at the Riverview Theatre in Minneapolis. The line of people got held up immediately behind me, so I was the only one in there with him for about two minutes. He asked me if I was supposed to be in there, or something to that effect. We had a brief exchange which has become one of my cool stories to tell people, but probably has been forgotten by Chuck himself. Oh well. And if you’re wondering, he’s the one who brought up Oprah, not me. He was affable and stayed around to sign everyone’s stuff. He read “Guts.” The story is even more impressive when you hear Chuck read it. I met him in the fall of 2004.