I keep wanting to write. And then…not writing. I suppose this falls under the heading “writer’s block.” I think it has to do with the incident last fall, when I put something personal out into the World Wide Web and someone in my life saw it and things got ugly for a while there. And I cried and said to my husband “There go all my hopes for writing. How can I ever tell my story if I can’t even put a comment out there without my family going tilt?” And I haven’t written since. Until now.

Take the leap, they said. Face your fears. Deep breath and

let go.