That would be mine, Cynthia.
What would you need to know about me? What would give you insight to this person who writes here . . . who records thoughts, dreams, tears, laughter, questions and sometimes answers.
There used to be a list of things I would run down to tell you about me.
I am a wife … of one man, strong and handsome. He is the love of my life and I am ever grateful for his patience and willingness to grow.
I am a mother … of many. Nine children have been nurtured in my womb, in my home. They have taught me to live, to laugh, and to love like I never knew was possible.
Most importantly, I used to think, would be for you to know that I am a Christian. But I hardly even use that label anymore … it is a word that as been franchised and used for control, power and harm and I hardly tolerate identifying myself as such. The dilemma is that there are no other terms that really fit. Then I wonder why I need to tell you what I am, who I am … wouldn’t my words, my actions speak louder than a label anyway?
As you visit here, and I hope that you return frequently, you will come to know me through the stories that I tell, through the passions that I share, through the life I portray with my words. It’s all too intricate to be told in a few paragraphs … it takes time to know a life.