"It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of oneself in repose. An unguarded moment, stripped of artifice, when one forgets to fool even oneself." -Kate Morton, The House at Riverton
Hard to Maintain
I am realizing very quickly that it’s difficult to maintain a blog. Despite your good intentions to post on a consistent basis, taking the time to organize your thoughts in a fashion that is entertaining to others is a challenge. Funny how I don’t think twice about verbally sharing what or how I feel at the moment. But faced with a keyboard, screen and a roomful of silence and my mind is blank. Of course there is also the challenge of how to make a blog not appear to be some sort of self-involve vehicle of expression. Sigh. The past week has been eventful. Probably the most revered has been the death of the great Michael Jackson. There’s nothing like the death of an international icon to remind you how very human you are. Could he really be 50? Had that many years passed by since I first saw him on the Pepsi commercial dancing alongside the not-yet-known Alfonso Ribeira. That was probably my earliest real memory of MJ. Then he got weird. As my husband so lovingly said, “I really thought I would have seen him black again with all his s**t together.” I think the entire world wishes we could’ve seen that. One last moment of greatness. Well for those of you who are fans: Here’s to a legend. There will never be anyone like him.
