Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. ~Robert Frost
This is me. I am this. I am writing. I am words. I am human. These pages will be me in all my unashamed, unabashed honesty and forthrightness.
It’s about life, love, surviving a damaging childhood, and seeking the answers to any numbers of why. And audience participation…because if you have any answers for me, please feel free to shout them right out.
It’s about middle age, being a grandmother, being a mother, learning every single day that all of this matters and yet, not an ounce of it matters.
It’s about trying to bring healthy back, spreading love as I meet people, and living as if each day counts even though it doesn’t.
I am 51 years old, I am an American citizen, I am gay, I am a woman, I am a transcriptionist, and I am a mother. If you can relate to any of this, if you can help me remember who I am, it would be greatly appreciated. I know nothing of keeping a blog; I only hope that this will help someone, if only myself because I matter, I count, I am someone.
When I die and my name is mentioned, I want people to smile.
Now, go on then, desire me irresistibly, why don’t you?