As the silence continues to wash over me, the rush of the High Holy Day season quieting, I find so much has happened in my life in just this first month of the new year. Usually, I'm one who doesn't just merely shy away from change. I flee. Kick. Scream. Beg. Plead. Fight. I try everything in my power to not allow change. Of course, I've already written about this. Why be so repetitive? Perhaps because I continue to amaze myself. Now, before you pass judgement on me for being ...
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So it begins…
I guess I had better welcome myself to this void, also known as the Internet, otherwise no one else will. Bloggers do this, don’t they? Welcome themselves to this capricious environment of likes, posts, tweets, and comments? I wouldn’t know. I’ve tried avoiding it at all costs, but it seems my recently challenged old-fashioned views are finally compromising, allowing the bittersweet surrender to the inevitable. It’s bitter because I don’t want to do this, but it’s sweet because I’m excited. And ...
