I have a story to tell - more so to help me feel better than for any other reason. I wish I could be magnanimous in the hope that my words will be written for the greater good of all, but I'm pretty sure that someone, somewhere will take offense to something sooner or later. I leave that to be their burden and not mine.
I should thank my daughter, Amanda, for inspiring me to get back to writing. More than anything in this world, I would love to have a way for my kids and grandkids to know about so many things that I probably will never get around to telling them.
In the days before computers and social networking, I kept a journal and also wrote hundreds of snail mail letters to family and friends. My mom was the recipient of most of these letters, particularly in the last 10 years of her life. It didn't matter to me if anyone wrote back, though I certainly did enjoy the letters I received. It's a lost art now.. writing a letter in longhand, but having a computer that makes editing so much easier is how it's gone.
There was even a time when I envisioned writing the great American novel. Lofty aspirations for a small town girl whose life didn't quite go the way she had imagined it would. There definitely is an author in me, but strangely enough, I am drawn more to erotic writings these days and that's something I don't think my children would appreciate. (chuckles just thinking about that)
Anyway, I am forging into the life of blogging and hope that as time goes on, it will be a source of information for my children especially in learning who their mom really is/was. Afterall, I don't think anyone wants to leave this world believing they didn't make some small difference to those they feel closest to.
xxxJBDxxx
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