I won’t bore you with excuses for abandoning this blog for (ahem) quite some time…I’ll just jump right back in like I never left, no big deal.
Without going into all the minutiae of my intricate family tree, I’ll just say that after my mom left my father when I was still a baby, I never knew him or anyone in his family. Somehow, although I’m a pretty curious (kind of nosy if I’m honest) person, I never spent a lot of time or energy wondering about that whole missing chunk of where I come from.
And suddenly, I want to know. So I’m a little bit in love with the internet just now, because it’s been mere days since I decided to reach out and see if I could make contact…and I’ve already exchanged emails and texts, and had phone conversations with lovely people who kept pictures of Baby Me and never forgot about me.
It’s been over 40 years since these people have seen me. They missed all my cute and not-so-cute phases. They didn’t get to mentor me, to ask what I wanted to do with my life, to encourage me, to come to my choir concerts or read my poetry, to see me laugh and cry and rage.
But this is not a poor me kind of thing. We’re not always able to pinpoint the moment that a whole new story begins. I just opened the cover; I’m barely through the table of contents…I can’t wait to savor every page.