Jake turned 11 this week. I can't believe my baby is 11.
I've been gone a long time. I'm sorry. I've been trying to hold in all that has been going on for me. Sit with it. Consider it.
Jake is a beautiful little boy. Ooops, young man. He wants to shave. He could, mind you, but we've been trying to tell him to wait as long as possible.
Being young is so hard. You always want to be older than you are. When you're old, you simply want to be young. Is anyone satisfied?
I've come to realize I've replicated my youth in my adulthood. It is something I'm writing a great deal about.
Yes, I have been writing.
Blogging is an interesting outlet for me. I get to say my deepest feelings to people near and far. I am the most honest when I write in this space.
There are times, when I cannot be that honest.
Obama is seeking re-election. Japan is a tragedy. Libya is stunning, as well as the whole Middle East. I will write about those things. As always, with a touch of my personal experience.
But I realize I must hold some things in. I must hold them till they hurt.
I have been. Eventually, I will share that journey. I simply cannot right now.
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