My step father, known to my kids as “Papa,” is largely responsible for this blog. It was during the initial days following his sudden death that I discovered writing. Initially, it started with the task of writing something to say at his memorial: a story or poem. I discovered a voice within that wanted to let stuff out — a way of screaming without waking the kids. I began writing in a journal, in my work notebook, on napkins, or what ever was handy.
Then one night, while searching the Internet for something which I cannot recall, I found an article about blogging and runners. I found RBF, and I found the courage to start a blog. I would blog about running and journal my personal life elsewhere. That was the initial plan.
But it didn’t take long for me to find ways of folding the two together, until finally my blog became all about me. I doubt I’d be blogging today if it weren’t for this transformation.
As you well know, I do a lot of my soul searching right here. I put A LOT out there, but there has been somethings which I have held back…