I saw your post on Facebook. The one where you were trying to get people to sign the petition to “stop the immigration”.
Wow. How do I respond to this?
Well, I guess I can say that I’m kind of glad it was you who sent it. If it had been some stranger, I would have just dismissed it as the ravings of some redneck asshole. Yup. That’s how unkind I would have been.
Which doesn’t say good things about me.
I can’t believe it’s been a year. I started this blog years ago and it has evolved over that time. I’ve kept it up over the years as a place where I’d “live out loud”. I never restricted it. I would mix the intensely professional with the intensely personal. I would be fearlessly me.
Writing has given me that in my life. It has given me the ability to be intensely, honestly me. From the crass and often just “in poor taste” comedy of my early life to the wistful songs of my later years, I’ve channeled my experience into my writing.
But writing is not just a creative outlet. Writing is how I understand things. It’s how I make sense of everything. It’s how I learn and absorb.