Ponderings of a Middle-Aged Mom: Taking a Step

I did something last night that I never, in a million years thought that I would do. . .

I was chatting with my sister via Yahoo! Messenger. . .

And we were just talking about various things.

Then we were talking about Dad. The 25th anniversary of his death was this past Monday. . . And she asked me if I remembered the night he died.

I responded with a yes. I was thinking about all the things I have shared here about that night.

She asked if I kept a journal.

I was hesitant. Because I don't in the respect that I have a book in which I write my thoughts and feelings.

I told her no.

And then changed it to "But I do have a blog and have shared some things on there."

We talked a little more and then I decided to share a post with her.

This is big for me people. I have kept this space here to myself since I started it.

No one outside of Randall and Kaylee know about this space.

And I shared it with my sister.

Told her that I wanted her to look around.

Read my stories.

See me.

Hi sissy.

I want you to know that you will find some links that will take you to a blank page. That is because I took the post down, a few months ago, as I didn't feel they should be displayed any longer.

Nothing against anyone. No bad words have been spoken. I just didn't want them to be "out there" any longer.

There are stories here that will probably surprise you. Things that I did as a teenager that no one knew about. . .

But I want you to know. These stories are me. My thoughts. My feelings. Me.

I want to list some posts out for you. . . I hope that's OK.

And a couple of funnies:

There is more here. Just take your time and look around. . .

If you want to that is.

Thanks for taking a little time to see me.

Love you.

Me.