For my birthday in 2015 I didn’t want a sports car. Or a trip to Vegas. But I wanted to start a blog. Of letters. On various subjects. See, when I was about 7 years old, I began writing my thoughts and ramblings in letters to my oldest sister, who had just gone off to college. There have been large gaps in our letter writing over the years, but she and I stuck with it, picking up the pace over the last decade or so. But in 2014 she died. These thoughts of blogging started after her death.
Perhaps I don’t have anything to say. You be the judge. But I’ll give it a try.