Forgotten, But Not Gone
...entirely.
I'm just popping in to let the two of you still reading WLPF that I have a third blog--heretofore published anonymously. It's not the snarky, sarcastic commentary you're used to reading here. It's very introspective, a little churchy, and probably not palatable to anyone but me. I just needed a place to dump all my journal entries from the last two or three years, and WordPress was there.
So you're cordially invited to check out Moving Forward In a Circle, and I'm prepared for the copious eye-rolling the posts there will provoke. Oh well. I've undergone some spiritual opening over the last year, and the non-writing and new blog is the culmination of those processes. My writing is my church and my math: It's where I go to ask my questions and how I sort out this mess of a life.
Make no mistake, though, I still have chronic and inflamed road rage and continue to drive better than everyone else.
From the nunnery,
Cindy
I'm just popping in to let the two of you still reading WLPF that I have a third blog--heretofore published anonymously. It's not the snarky, sarcastic commentary you're used to reading here. It's very introspective, a little churchy, and probably not palatable to anyone but me. I just needed a place to dump all my journal entries from the last two or three years, and WordPress was there.
So you're cordially invited to check out Moving Forward In a Circle, and I'm prepared for the copious eye-rolling the posts there will provoke. Oh well. I've undergone some spiritual opening over the last year, and the non-writing and new blog is the culmination of those processes. My writing is my church and my math: It's where I go to ask my questions and how I sort out this mess of a life.
Make no mistake, though, I still have chronic and inflamed road rage and continue to drive better than everyone else.
From the nunnery,
Cindy