  I have spent a lot of time reading other's blogs. The stories are all interesting, some of them poignant and touching, some of them uproariously funny, some of them by excellent writers, and some by excellent observers. I don't know which one I want to be more. I once wanted to be a writer. To do that you must write. I don't do that much anymore. But something has been calling out to me from the blogs of others. I want to shine a light on myself--the interrogation light of the police, the soft light of morning as it creeps into the rooms of my children, the candlelight of first romance (hi honey, I love you)--the fleeting light of inspiration--that elusive spark. Perhaps this blog will help me to get a fire going--what the hell am I saying? I'm a Mom I have so many fires and so many irons in them--CRAP, I don't have time for a blog. Oh well, I started one. Do you ever finish? 
