I hate having my picture taken, but part of being a published author is having a head shot. My sister-in-law Jo Lynn has tried several times to get me to sit for her, but I always came up with some excuse–I was having a bad hair day or I gave up posing for Lent. Then my neighbor Connie took on the task, and I gave in. She made it relatively painless–instead of going to an intimidating studio, David and I walked across the street and sat on her front porch. While we chatted and her husband quietly manipulated the light with various pieces of colored or shiny cloth, she clicked and coaxed and teased. When it was over, we had some nice shots.