You know, I used to be really good at this blogging thing. I wrote regularly. I wrote well. I was funny and serious and anxious and wise. Sometimes all at the same time. Or not.

I was reading through April 2005 yesterday. I’d wanted to confirm that this April will be five years since I found Gigi (or she found me). Yeah, five years ago. Where did the time go?

Then I read that my brother Ernie died that month. Five years ago. Where did the time go?

I used to need to write. Desperately. To vent. Share. Question. Express.

And now? It doesn’t seem so any more. I think all the time of post topics, but never make it here. I’ve come to a place where I don’t need to write. Now, how do I get to the place where I want to write?