My Very First Blog

For some reason or another, today, I decided to create myself a blog.  I used to love to write and used to find that writing was my best way of communicating when I couldn't bring myself to speak openly orally with someone.  I used to leave notes for my mother when I would go to school.  I remember my Daddy bringing me note pads home from his work, and I would just doodle and write a lot of nothing, but I loved scribbling.  I was always a reader - loved giving and receiving cards, but usually none that were funny, but rather ones that were full of words that held meaning for me at that particular time.  I remember growing up loving to receive a letter in the mail from my sister, Patsy (you'll hear more about that later).  And, even later, remember writing my ex-husband letters to express my feelings of distress.  Once upon a time, I was in a place where written communication was my ONLY communication.  Wow, how important the written word does become. 

I'm not really writing this for anyone but me.  It will be my therapy.  If you find words that are of interest to you, great.  If not, that's okay, too. 

So, here's to blogging.  You go, girl!