“I don’t get your blog.” Oh, the honesty of a 20-year-old! He is a former student of mine, and our relationship is one built on sarcasm and criticism – offered lovingly, of course.
“I’m writing for myself.”
With no words, his puzzled expression seemed to ask: Then why are you sharing it?
In truth, it’s a fair question. Why in the world would a mother with two children under the age of three spend hours each week writing – when the demands of the house and the career never cease?
Quite simply, I am on a journey of reconciling my story.
With the blog, I am accountable.
With the blog, I am honest.
With the blog, I can’t escape myself.
