Memories of My Brownstone Days

It has been a very long time since I posted to my blog. When I took a look at it, I discovered that it had been 3 years since my last post! How could that be? But time does fly.

However, in scrolling through some of my older posts one that stuck out was one where I questioned if I had anything worthwhile to say, and equally important was it worthwhile to anyone else? Hmm, I realized that as a writer, I always question the value of my words. But I also have realized, especially, lately that I do have stuff to say. So I decided to start anew, with a clean slate.

Each day we are assaulted with one traumatic turn of events upon our senses to the next. From every corner there is drama and trauma.The  state of our world effects me greatly on so many levels and I believe that as a writer, it is a responsibility to write and if my words strike a cord or opens a door to dialogue great. If not, that's okay, too.

But here I will get to write about the things that trouble, surprise or delight me . . . in the comfort of my little corner of the world.  You are more than welcome to join me.