A little more than eleven years ago, I ventured out to the internetz and discovered an entire world of voices just as disgruntled as mine. I thought if they can do it, so can I. And one day I just started.
I didn’t pick Pi Day / Albert Einstein’s birthday on purpose. It was just the day I loosed my inner pyromaniac. Some days are bright, happy blazes, and others were full-blown five alarmers. Regardless, it’s been a slow burn for a long time.
The years have expanded the web’s depth and reach. And sharpened my resolve as I honed my voice.
In the last several year’s anniversary posts, I’ve hinted at my mother’s decline in health. She continues to live in her home, but no longer drives. A caregiver visits during the week. Her weight has fallen and now she’s like a frail little bird. She still remembers me, most of the time. But daily tasks are becoming harder for her. I understand why dementia is called “The Long Goodbye.” Every time I see her, she is changed. Just a tiny fraction. But she is diminishing, slowly evaporating before my eyes.
So I spend as much time with her as I can. The blog has suffered, along with other areas of my life. But I’m still active on the web in discussions I care about and contributing to other sites. I know the time will come when I sadly have too much time because my responsibilities to others have ended. Hopefully, we will still have enough free speech left that I can speak my mind here.
Eleven years is longer than two of my career stops. Most cars/marriages/fruit cakes don’t last that long. Many other blogs (and friends) have fallen away. They are missed. Others, not so much.
If you’re new to this dark little asteroid, you can check out the one post that started it all, plus all nine of the previous anniversary posts – The First, Year One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine and Ten.
Many, many friends have been made along the way. Many prayers said. So much support offered. Special thanks go out to Fausta for her continued friendship, and as always to The Anchoress, Elizabeth Scalia, my blog-mother. It’s all her fault. She is now a full-fledged editor of an international faith site. She continues to amaze and inspire me.
This last year’s worth of campaign and election season has brought out the worst in all of us. Let us pray as one for America’s future, safety and sovereignty.