Getting Started

And so it begins. The web log/on-line diary by which I hope to recover my voice, buried beneath dirt mounds of employment in accidentally chosen field (having been frozen out from academia for lack of hipness), stepmother-hood, hot flashes, the foibles of Mr. Crackles (the one I stood up in the chancel with and swore to keep), and the joys of Silly Wigglestein (I made promises to him too, though being just a kitten then, he didn't understand English. Still he holds me to them with a full repetoire of meows). I propose to share my observations on the Episcopal Church, the lections, popular culture, and whatever else I think others might like to read.