Beginnings...

It's a way to force writing every day. It's a plan to empty my mind of what needs to be gone, or out there, or just "said." I'm about to make myself a promise - never to write when I've had more than one glass of wine. It's hard to tell if my opinion is as worthy after twelve ounces of pinot grigio as it is on iced tea or green-label coffee.

About tea - I don't like sweet tea. I'm a real Southerner, but I prefer unsweetened with the occasional packet of Splenda. In order to redeem myself, I feel I must say that I love turnip greens, fried chicken, and dried beans of any kind. My husband Dave and I have good friends in the Santa Cruz hills who have ordained a motto: Whenever we get together with the Revells, there's going to be some pig involved. (They're speaking of pork - and I confess, I love any kind of pig on a platter.)

What will I tell you about? Here's a list: thoughts on faith, reading recommendations - both spiritual and otherwise, grandchildren, my writing, moving two households into one (my parents are moving with us...), music. Maybe I'm ADD; so many topics run through my mind.

I hope you become a friend.