This is a sad anniversary: nineeteen years ago today, my mother died at the age of 56 of a heart attack as she lay in bed.
I dreamt of her that night, floating up to a window to tell me goodbye. She appeared in my dreams only a few times more, less and less as the years went by. Once every long while, she'll be there in that different reality in which all time happens at the same time, when nothing is ever lost and there is no reason for sorrow.
Of course I've known about blogs for many years, but have resisted having one myself. Instead, I have focused on my old fashioned, static website at www.stationr.org. Wikis, blogs, whatever...jeepers, who needs it? Having said that, I wonder if I can retract that statement later.
Although I have had a personal website for over a decade now (see www.stationr.org), I have resisted the urge toI am a pr blog--but what Internet hipster doesn't blog these days? Ha! So here I am.
Still! Currently working diligently to publish my guide to the trails of Lookout Mountain, Tennessee (www.hikelookout.org, currently under construction).
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