All We Are Are Our Stories
I’ve been told that the first human sound I ever heard was, most likely, laughter; as my mother looked over the drape, surrounded by a bevy of student nurses, and asked, “Over hand or feather stitch?” as Dr. Vorsick repaired her episiotomy.
This is where my story began. Since then, looking back, there’s no way I could have predicted nor anticipated the journey from then to now – just as well, I suspect.
All posts are my own, unless I invite someone to share their stories – with the exception, of course, of “Comments”. All credit where credit is due will be made.
There is only one primary and permanent guideline: play nice with the other children. This blog is open to all and any comments, opinions and points of view. However, if what you write is inflammatory, bigoted, narrow-minded and/or hateful, I will delete it.
That rather unpleasant matter aside, I look forward to telling stories, sharing stories, learning and listening as we all journey through this thing called Life.
Welcome; and, what say you, please?