I began keeping a blog because I am a writer, and the blog is a way for me to write. I should be writing in one of my two books in progress, but I often do not because the thought of those big projects is so intimidating. So you’ll find (if you choose to read it) that I have not designed a blog for easy public consumption. I have not followed the rules: I have no niche. I don’t make my paragraphs tiny for people with short attention spans. I don’t stick with catchy titles.
Here is my online journal. Stuff I think about. Photos of places I visit. Soapboxes I climb upon. Rants. Silliness. A lot of soul searching. You are welcome to read it because I have nothing to hide. Maybe my blundering through life and my delight at simple things will make you smile.
Sometimes I get lucky enough to travel – local road trips or overseas. My posts during those times are primarily cataloging the stuff I do while traveling, and the thoughts that inevitably surface while I’m in a new environment.
Once upon a time I lived at Gaia. And before that, I lived at Zaadz. It was a themed blog host; the theme being sort of granola-y, tree-huggin’, love yer neighbor type of place. …and then Gaia died on March 31st, 2010. I had time to copy all my old posts back to 2007, and find a new home here at Word Press. If you stumble across any very old posts, the references and comments may not make sense. I posted my old posts, one by one, and manipulated the dates as though I posted it here at Word Press on the proper date. (But now you know my secret!)