A Beginning Blogger’s Story

The day my mother was cremated, I bought this blog site. I had no idea how I would use it, what I would do with it, and whether it was for me or for public consumption. All I knew was that I needed to do it. In the weeks leading up to her death, I was so consumed with witnessing my mom’s final days that my usually analytical mind was preoccupied. My creative mind was able to get a foot in the door and stories and poems started to flow. I dictated them as I drove to work. I jotted them down on random sticky notes on my desk. I wrote them down in any of my many notebooks. It seemed there was no limit to what was on my mind and how I wanted to say it. And for once, there was little to no self judgement. And so, what lies within are thoughts, feelings, half baked ideas, musings, challenges to what I thought I believed and generally writing out loud to organize, clarify and question the goings-on in my head. If it resonates with you, I’d love to hear from you. If not, I hope it starts you on your own journey of writing out loud.