If you're reading, you probably don't know me (except for the perceptive Julie, who just knew by my wordiness that I'd be back). If you don't know me, you might want to start with the archives. Or read the post, where I quit, below.
I'm always amused and bemused when a celebrity comes out of retirement.
I made myself promise that if I posted an "In the End" post, I wouldn't start blogging again.
And for a million reasons, this is the wrong time to start blogging again. For one, I've been quite sick and I'm way behind in my work. For another, all of the reasons I quit blogging remain: I am a real mom, with real children, one of whom can read, both of whom are easily identified (as am I) and I don't want to complicate their lives or divulge any more than they'd be comfortable with.
But then there's this: I've left comments recently that are longer than the posts that provoked them regarding
* an article that suggests that the privileging of genetics is a cultural bias, and that we can and should work past such a privileging
* and the way adoptive families speak, write and think of the moments surrounding placement and the values communicated thusly to first families and children
. . . and we had a bit of sadness this week that I don't have a place for in my life.
So maybe this is the place for me, afterall.
(For anyone who does read, can you tell me how I can find out how people are googling me?)