Twenty years later

On October 11, 2003, I started this blog.

If you go back to the beginning of this actual blog, you’ll find I first posted here in January 2004 and I linked to a previous site which no longer exists. Fortunately, I saved those words in a computer file, so all is not lost.

The only thing lost is time.

Twenty years later, I sit in an office/mud room in Minnesota. My husband’s in the living room watching a baseball play-off game between the Twins and the Astros. He’s rooting for the Astros because he was born in Houston.

My oldest son is sleeping in our basement. I will not sum up his life here but I will say that I wouldn’t be surprised if he always lives with us. He’s doing his best.

His twin brother still lives in San Diego. He finished a degree in Music Performance and is working at a grocery store while he tries to figure out his path. He loves to sing, loves opera and hopes there is a world in which he can earn a living doing what he loves.

My youngest son is in the Philippines right now. He hasn’t figured out a career, but he may have found the love of his life on the other side of the world. When not gallivanting around the world, he lives with us still.

My daughter just turned 21. We spent four days at Disneyland last month, both to celebrate her birthday and to spend time together. She lives with her boyfriend of four years near Portland, Oregon. They have a corgi names Cricket. She works at a Montessori school.

Those are the facts but they are not the stories. I wish I could tell all the stories that I know–some scandalous, some tragic, some ridiculous–but I am bound by manners and privacy. I can’t give away what I do not own.

But I’m not done writing. I’m not done telling stories. I’m not finished describing the world as I see it, even if no one is really interested in what I have to say. I’m interested and that’s enough.