Everything was black. Completely dark. Then I could feel the spinning. It started slowly but soon was out of control. I had a feeling somewhere that I had made it happen. But I knew, from the panic I felt that it wasn’t my fault. Whatever made us spin like this wasn’t intentional. I looked at her then. Her face, to be sure, was a mirror of the horror on mine. There were no screams. Only silence and spinning.
And then the wall. A rock solid cement barricade. Maybe an underpass? At some point during the chaos my subconscious registered that we were in my car and all I could think was that this wall we were headed towards was no match for my vehicle. We were certainly spinning to our death. Knowing nothing save that I was out of control I gave up trying to steer and opened my eyes.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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