All of those clothes in my closet and nothing to wear…

is a really good metaphor for being asked to write a page describing who I am and what my blog site is about. I have a lot of words and nothing to say right now. I’ll try. Usually once I get started I can’t be stopped until somebody just says shut up, already.

My writing. Ummm…I love to write. I need to write. It sounds so cliché but it is cathartic. I have been known to skewer friendships straight through the heart with a pen. Good work since I can’t wield a sword but not so great when it’s much harder to take those words back once you’ve thrown them out there. I once left a large pile of detritus for a friend who thankfully decided she “wouldn’t break up with me just because we had a fight.” I can be just as confrontational in person but I tend to cry a lot when I’m emotionally charged up so I can’t really pull off the bravado.

I write about what I know. I have been working on my memoirs for years. YEARS. My mother asked me to fictionalize them if I intended to publish them. I have no idea how to fictionalize my life. I can’t make any apologies for the way I’ve lived. I am midway (God willing) through my life and it has been rich in harsh lessons learned. Still, sometimes I stumble over the mistakes I’ve already made that I thought I would never repeat. There it is again. History does repeat itself. Sadly, too often in my own lifetime.

You can read my profile if you want the skinny on the “since you asked, but maybe you didn’t…” page. I’ll leave the rest up to you. Most of me…well, all of me…is here. It’s thrown out to the ether of the giant digital world for all of eternity. Set adrift as I purge myself of all that builds up. My life gives me gastritis. WordPress is my Tums.