I spent yesterday evening with my daughter, my granddaughter, and her mother-in-law. It was delightful; all three of those girls are warm and engaging and intriguing...
Riley's grandma (I'm grammy) was not sure what a blog was. Why blog? What was I getting out of it?
I began this blog over the summer, when I had some time off. I wasn't having my voice heard, for a variety of reasons, so I started tapping away on my laptop.
It's opened up a whole new world. There is someone from India whose writing I found and enjoy, thanks to blogging.
There are a number of writers who are encouraging me and cheering me along, thanks to blogging.
There are a bunch of teachers who "get it" when we each complain/commiserate about our backs that are breaking yet our spirits have not, thanks to blogging.
By the way, teachers as well as other writers who have not discovered Robert Brault, check him out. (However, I guess over 60,000 have found him, so I was in the minority until this morning.) You will laugh, instead of cry. I have a suspicion he is channeling Aaron Sorkin and Robin Williams and Mark Twain and a whole lot of other brilliant writers/comedians---all that great stuff could not come from one person---but I don't care what the source/inspiration is. It hits the spot.
Here is one his quotes to end with:
"I was the architect of my dreams but forgot to contract a builder."