washwords

I started this blog with the hopes that it would spur my own writing, be a therapeutic and creative outlet, and maybe, maybe inspire one or two other people along the way, or touch them somehow. Besides my mom.

It’s done those things and I’m so, so grateful.

Along the way, though, maybe my journalistic heart or simple love of attention has been awoken and while it was a conscious decision to stay anonymous (hell, I didn’t even tell anyone about the blog for a few YEARS), I’m starting to want to fess up to who I am.

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My pal, Soupy Meg has tagged ME, yours truly, for a meme.

What the heckily is that? Well, as she so eloquently puts it, a meme is kinda the interweb version of a chain letter. okie, she didn’t say “interweb” but still. Others say it’s like tag – zap! you’re it. But it’s not evil, or banned by schools, so okay, a meme is like a chain letter (with no death threats to loved ones) or tag (without the fear and anxiety of gym class… here goes..

1. Write the title to your memoir using 6 words:

Words, wondering, writing, wandering, words again

2. Link to the person that tagged you:

Soup is not a finger food

3. Tag five more blogs:

Bianca

Gilahi

Lacochran

Herb

On the red line

My new friend, Eleni and her husband, are wanting to give. They’re wanting to give big – they’re wanting to give… themselves, to a child who needs them. Below is her letter that asks simply, can you help in any way, big or small, with this giving?

I know mentioning adoption, fertility, babies, spurs emotion of all kind. Whatever it spurs in you, I hope you’ll read her eloquent thoughts and keep her in mind, and in your heart.

Dear Friends:

After five years trying to conceive, we have made the decision to adopt a child. We feel adoption is a beautiful way to bring a child into our lives and to fulfill our dream of becoming parents. We have a lot of love, support, guidance and laughter to give.

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