I want to be honest, not only about the trouble, but about the good times. I think the problems are deep, and hope that by digging, I can air them out and let the sunshine disinfect them.
I am a child of divorce. This will always be a big part of who I am. I have been through a lot of perspectives about this: anger, denial, surrender to what I thought must be my ugly fate. In many ways I have talked it to death with my sisters and friends, even J. Now I'd like to work through it again, but this time with an eye for cultivating it like a garden, picking out the garbage,--shards of glass and plastic--to discard, spreading a layer of fertile mulch, and planting seeds of vegetables and flowers that will take root to nurture my soul and the souls of my family. With this blog let me cultivate new roots.
