I was talking to Carole about writing. Many know Carole's blog The Wardrobe and the White Tree (link down on right). She is always encouraging me to write. I used to love to write. Or I should say, I have always loved to write, but I stopped. On purpose. I felt that the things I had to say could hurt people, and my rantings are just not that important. You first. Me second. I've got that one down.

But there is something very appealing about being known. Not necessarily loved or admired. That's good, but I will be happy with known. To be a valid person with thoughts and perspective is good enough. So when I type out these thoughts, I realize that I may very well be the only person reading them. (Except for Carole!) But that's ok. I think I will elaborate on some of the points in the previous post for awhile. I need to talk more about death and birth and abuse and fake boobs. About racism and growing up in Baton Rouge in my family. Lots of things. Things I love and not. So just let me. Thanks.