It happens so often that I'll find
pieces of poems
thoughts - ideas, images...syllables
written on an old receipt.
Today I found one from Wal-mart.
But sometimes they are from other stores.
And sometimes they aren't receipts.
Sometimes it's a napkin. Or my hand if I get
desperate.
The writing, crinkled from the days spent
living at the bottom of a too-full purse,
is harder now to read.
And I can't tell what I bought at Wal-mart either.
Then memory reminds me it wasn't even mine!
Recalling the day I sat
frozen in place to write on it
for having nothing else
and today, sitting paying bills,
I'm thankful for the writing on the
receipt
to remind me what
matters most.
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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