You know how, sometimes reading something makes you feel like you’re *there*? And especially when you read something you have written, suddenly you are momentarily transported to that moment stopped, frozen in time.
I write to stop time.
And as my favorite writer C. S. Lewis said, I write to know I am not alone. I am not alone as the mother of a toddler, now older kid, as someone who has moved across the country and rebuilt her life, as someone with an abusive father.
Blogging feels good.
It feels good to fully flesh out an opinion I have about something important. (Mass Incarceration)
It feels good to write down the things I know I won’t remember later, even the little things, to transport me back in time. (Like the time I met James Van Der Beek.)
It feels good to write out details about Wee One’s family that she’ll have after I’ve forgotten or if (God forbid) I leave her before I can tell her. (Great-Great-Grandfather)
It feels good to do different writing exercises, like gonzo-style fiction or silly lists.
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Other blogs I started, but don’t really keep up with anymore:
Mixing Chicory: http://mixingchicory.wordpress.com/ . A virtual lab to explore the causes and consequences of poverty and the social structures that perpetuate it. This was an important research area for me.
Exceptional Mundane: http://exceptionalmundane.blogspot.com . Untold stories of beauty from people on the street.