The beginning of the end, eventually.

Hi. How are you? I’ve missed you.

So, here we are - back to the beginning, back to the roots of my creative exploits, before there was paint and clay. Back to writing terrible poetry about Thanksgiving when I was 9 - that my family read out loud while I hid in the other room with my face in a pillow. Nothing revolutionary to say at this juncture, other than I understand the power of words and will attempt to wield them wisely or for a kick in the pants. Mostly, for a kick in the pants.

When writing turned into mommy blogging and experts in things like “life” and “fitness” began buying up every domain - I left the game. Which is lame. I should have kept writing just for the sake of it, but alas I signed off. One of the reasons I stopped writing was to avoid the trolls and the backlash, the mistreatment, and the hours I would have to spend agonizing and perfectly crafting every disclaimer when something sniffed of “opinion”. I am still wary of those voices, but I have decided to write the opinions none the less. My biggest fear was (and is) to be misunderstood or worse disregarded. Not to be confused with being disagreed with…I want something impossible on the internet - an agree to disagree scenario - where we continue in mutual respect and communion. I am able to manage this in person, but never on the world wide web. My inspiration for this move are comedians who have navigated these last few years with brilliance and frankly, poise. I have decided to write and take the consequences on the chin.

I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. Feel free to inquire.

I am signing off to finish a painting and text a kid I grew up with that is headed to rehab and take my kid to lunch. Pray for John.

faith Salutes being back in action with you til to the end, even though the bitter end is a million years away*.

*The Unsinkable Molly Brown