I had a blog, once. I wrote often and was pleased with my own cleverness. I wrote for the approval of my friends and family and strangers. I tried hard to be funny and a little bit zany. It was never a popular blog outside a small circle of people, but it taught me about the kind of writing I am capable of, and the kind that no longer suits my life.
This is different. This is just me, reaching out into the crowded blankness of the internet – striking, pleading, wondering, and asserting – trying to turn honesty into a verb.