I sit down and type these words. With the completion of this post it's a practice I've completed 671 times. That fact blows my mine. Sometimes posts are written all in one sitting. More often they are pieced together while I make dinner, check on baths, give kisses good night. I write a post, edit, and publish. Sometimes I write a post and delete. Words written, never shared.
What is this spot? A place for memories? A place for thoughts? Simply a place to share a little bit of my perspective?
I often think "How would I feel if my Mom read this post?" because I know she will.
Sometimes I think "How would I feel if some day my girls, or their kids, read this post?" because I hope some day they will. This is their story too.
This blog is probably the closest thing to a memoir I will ever write. I think about how much I would enjoy reading my Mom's thoughts through the years as she lived the joys and challenges of our life when I was a kid. It would be fun to f…