Read my words: I am a writer

Recently, on two separate occasions, I professed I was a writer. Each time, my declaration startled me. I quickly fumbled and confessed that my writing consisted of note writing and blogging. I made certain the people to whom I was speaking knew I was neither a published writer nor a paid writer.

What triggered my claim? My boys.

See, I was meeting with their teachers, and both teachers made a point to say that the boys had a passion for writing. According to the teachers, my oldest loves writing in his journal at school, and my youngest loves writing notes throughout his school day. Continue reading “Read my words: I am a writer”

Letting Go of Facebook … Almost

Facebook is undergoing many changes, as is WordPress and a number of other websites. Change is inevitable. I am not against change. In fact, I change my mind several times a minute day.

I am uncertain as to whether my dwindling love for Facebook is due to the changes or due to my age. Whatever the reason, I am enjoying Facebook less and less. Continue reading “Letting Go of Facebook … Almost”

Proof of what I’m not certain, nor do I think it needed to be proven.

If Maineiac can do it, I can do it. Right? I mean, she makes it look fun. She makes it look easy. And, she showed no signs of nervousness. Check it out for yourself; Maineiac posted a Vlog.

Me? I’m sweating just thinking about it. Good thing I am wearing deodorant.

Because Maineac did it. I’m going to do it. Please know, this does not mean I would jump off a bridge or drive off a cliff if Maineac did either one of those things.

ACK. I’m nervous. Continue reading “Proof of what I’m not certain, nor do I think it needed to be proven.”