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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

I write a blog that has gained quite a bit of popularity. I used to wonder if anyone would read it. I used to wish someone was. And then it began, and got bigger. What started off as a way for me to vent to nameless, faceless, people, has morphed into a weekly newspaper column, and people recognizing me on the street. My honesty has become...well...dishonest. By that, I am only telling a little bit, because too many people know who I am, and my life has to be mine too. You know?


I want a space back that is like my diary. A place where I can put it all out there, and not have to fear repercussion. From photos, to bitching, even cursing! I have curbed my use of four letter words to please the public, and that is soooo not me. Not that I have a potty mouth, but sometimes, it is very appropriate to say Fuck. Wow! I can't believe I just typed that. That felt good.


So, I don't know where this will go. I don't know if anyone will read it. And quite honestly, I don't care. So...onwards.