Hello Again

I have found myself in the 6th decade of my life. My blogging days started 20 years ago. It became my savior and social life. Then as fast as it appeared I felt as if I was bleeding out. My sense of humor, my ability to tell stories, and a heart that was broken in so many places it was impossible to count. I tried several times to relaunch my voice but it just hurt too much to continue life support measures. During that time in my life, I had several blogs going for different situations. My diary, my family, my photos, etc. As my kids have grown up they have used my stories and diaries to help them better understand what and why their lives were so confusing and abusive. To this day they are my biggest fans. And of course I am eternally greatful to have all 4 of them in my life. This blog is an experiment to see if I can balance old posts and new posts. Its been awhile.. Closer to Fine was my blog that helped me put thoughts into the universe. It was my soft opening. I blogged for a very long time. I will try to keep things as uncomplicated as I can.

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