I began this blog talking about the hypocrisy I experienced at a "welcoming" church. It then enabled me to come out as a rape and violence survivor, process the hell of slogging through PTSD therapy, and share my breast cancer journey. I've received tremendous support through it all.
Then I allowed some people to take away my sense of safety in telling those stories and I ran away from this site.
But I am coming home. Here.
Here I want to finish those stories because they are mine. And they are many others too.
I am not afraid. And I am feeling triumphant.
I just enjoyed a wonderful vacation with Martha to the very gay friendly New Orleans where I had an extraordinary epiphany, the details of which will be the subject of many of my next posts.
I am currently winding my way home - on a quick "bucket list" trip to North Carolina to visit the Olmstead designed landscape at Biltmore, the last of his major works that I have not seen.
And then I will be coming home. Home to family. Home to friends. And home to this space. . .
. . . full of grace and full of happy.
I hope that you will join me.