The house I live in is made of red brick. My front door is yellow. Sunshine yellow, if you want the particulars. I’m not sure if there is a personal metaphor I should be drawing for you from this house description, but I do know that someday, when I am older (hopefully) and grayer (acceptance is the first step), my kids will look back on their childhoods and the image of that red brick and the yellow door will come to their minds, and with it, I suppose, all the ins-and-outs of this life we are creating here together.

This blog isn’t one thing. There will come a time, when, upon reflection, I am better able to describe it, but at the beginning it is this: a home for my journey. Like my real home, it provides a solid foundation for all that I am: my ideas, struggles, pursuits. And, like my real home, it has a doorway that I can open to let others inside. Step in. We’ll laugh, share a little drama, and maybe even have an argument or two.

Welcome.