Ten years ago, divorced and stumbling through the process of creating a life worthy of my decision to leave my marriage, I drew constant comfort from the words of my favorite poem….
I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,–
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.
— Emily Dickinson, 1864
I started this blog in February 2011 because someone dear to me thought I had something to say that others should hear. Since that time, I have sometimes written daily and other times gone years between posts. I have written of heartache and joy, professional highs and crushing lows, and the multitude of challenges that accompany raising children with someone who barely even likes you.
In February 2019, I cleaned house and made most of my earlier posts private. Not because I am ashamed of them or because they are no longer relevant, but because my life has moved so far past those times that I needed something close to a clean slate on which to contemplate the possibility of writing again.
P.S. — Throughout my writing, I have changed the names of those who are innocent. Those who are guilty can bite me.