The universe has good news for the lost, lonely, and heartsick.
The sugars are here speaking straight into your ears.
I'm Steve Allman.
I'm Cheryl strayed.
This is dear sugars.
Oh, dear song won't you please share some little sweetness with me?
I check my memories every day oh, and the sugar you see in my way hi, Steve.
Hi, Cheryl.
So back in February of 2010, a momentous thing happened.
You sent me an email.
I hardly knew you then.
I think that a lot of our listeners think that we knew each other well, but actually, we were acquaintances.
We had met at a conference, and you sent me an email making a confession.
You said, I am the person who writes the dear sugar column on this website called the Rumpus.
It needs some new life, and I think you are the person to do it.
Would you do it?
And you also told me it paid nothing.
I, at the time, had just finished the first draft of my memoir, wild, and sent it off to my editor.
I had two little kids who were, like, four and five.
I was trying to earn a living as a writer, which is, as you know, a very difficult thing to do.