I am a writer though I rarely write. I was told by my fiancé, Ric, that I needed to start with something, anything, in order to get back into writing. So here I am, today, trying to start. Many of the things I wish to write about are quite private so they will not be shared here, more than likely. But I would like to share about my adventures in travel, as I go to lots of places and meet lots of people. Each and every one of those people has a story and I have sinned greatly by not sharing those stories. I can think of Matt, Mimi and Karina, all from Oklahoma City, who have wonderful stories. I think of my two second cousins from Oklahoma that, too, have stories of surviving the 1995 bombing that took place there. I think of Tara from West Palm Springs who has a story. Ziggy and Chris from that same place have amazing stories. Catherine from Miami Beach via the Dominican Republic has a story. There's Felicia and Ahto from Peace River, Alberta, a place I never even knew existed, but fell in love with. EVERYONE has a story and I have been remiss to tell those stories. I am hopeful that I have enough of them in my head that I can recount them in this blog. And I also would like to write about those stories that have been extinguished, such as my brother, Scott's, story. And Amy's. And Chip's. Many, many other stories. So, there it is. At least I got the first words down and that, in and of itself, is a small victory. Here's to writing!
Getting Started
