While I have wanted to write since I was a little girl life has always gotten in the way. Rather my choices have always gotten in the way. Instead of safe college, I chose a lifestyle not quite amenable to writing (read UNHEALTHY & HEADING FOR HELL), then came my first son Hero who saved my life. He kept me from killing myself with an unhealthy life and forced me to grow up and get well. Then I became single with a boy, I ended up working to keep my house and my son and never wrote but in a journal. Next comes the man of my dreams and ahhhh maybe time to write, oh, no wait here comes baby # 2, Union. Boy, do kids sure suck up the time. Just as I am surfacing from little Union along comes #3 Sir-prise. Now definitely there is NO TIME TO WRITE. A new born, a 2 year old and a 13 year old all need me to keep it together and focus on them. Whew. I did. I am still doing, although now the little ones are 3 and 5 and Hero is 16 and everyone can, at least once in a while, hold it together themselves.
Now I have time. Writing combined with my love of cooking and cook books helped me create a great blog that I love to write in. And the funny thing? No one I tell about it will even LOOK at it. It seems to be that only the people who don't personally know me will actually read it. I have 1 follower who knows me, the rest are cyber supporters. It's weird, I'm finally doing what I have always wanted to do, and I get no respect from people who actually know me. Really, if I mention I'm a blogger people actually snicker about that. As if 'what do you know and why would anybody listen to you'. I'm not going to quit. I'm not going to quit hoping that people will stop feeding their kids crappy food. I am not going to stop hoping gardening and self sufficiency will make a resurgence. I am not going to quit writing about real, good and honest food. I wouldn't be respecting myself if I did. Respect starts with me.