scribblechic

Tonight I invited this little piece of myself, these reflective ramblings, cautiously and consciously into a conversation among family friends. It was a new experience, one that contradicted a precedent of intentional anonymity. Here my stories are unweighted by our names and images; enveloping others into this space bred vulnerability.These sharings are my love letters to my children, my husband, and myself. Simple reminders of the life we share, a safeguard for our story least we forget. Uncertain rather I should guard my words or share them, I am trying to absorb the uncertainty of inviting honesty.

Tagged: Musings, Writing