It occurs to me that it’s a bit arrogant to have a personal blog. Who am I, that people would want to read what I have to say on anything? And perhaps they won’t want to, but I have to write it anyway. Writing is part of who I am. Often it takes writing it down for me to figure out exactly what I think on a subject. Words on paper, or on the computer screen, solidify the clouds of thought floating around in my head. It is also my best therapy. Once again, it helps me figure out how I feel, and why I feel that way, and at its best it is cathartic. As Anna Nalick puts it in her song, “Breathe”:
2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
So who am I and what do I like to write about? I am passionate about both religion and politics. I consider myself a Christian and also a political liberal, always an interesting mix. There is something for everybody to hate, right? I spent the last eight years working as a paralegal on behalf of immigrant families, and I am so grateful for the opportunity to have met and heard the stories of so many people from all around the world. It changed my heart and my vision, about the immigration issue, and about so much else in life. It enlarged my heart to take in the world.
I am passionate about my children (I have five, all adults, and one child who was kidnapped at the age of nine in 1988 and has never been found), and my children’s children. I am an animal lover, and mom to four small dogs, three of whom were adopted from our local animal shelter. I am interested in health and healing of the body and the soul. This is an interest I have not necessarily learned to put into practice very well, but it is still a part of my stumbling, falling down journey.
I love sci fi, especially dystopian future sci fi. I am drawn to the stories of survivors, of those who continue on after the world as we know it has ended. I love endurance athletes, those who climb mountains, race the Tour de France, run marathons and Ironman, hike trails up and down the coast and across the country. I like people who challenge themselves or are challenged and rise to it. My desire is to run a marathon to celebrate my 65th birthday. Well, okay, a half marathon. I just need to get off the couch first! I need to get out of my head long enough to get into my body.
Back to the blog, I’d like to say a word about comments: I welcome them. I LOVE them. I beg you to please leave them! But be nice, please and be aware that I consider this blog to be my blog. I get my freedom of speech here, but I have had blogs in the past where I figured it was my duty to honor everybody else’s freedom of speech as well, and that was a big mistake, since huge battles broke out! So I will tell you up front that I don’t feel it necessary to give equal time to “the other side,” and I will not publish comments (even from those who are defending me) that are demeaning or insulting to others who may comment here. I don’t like to argue. I really need peace in my life. So be nice. Let’s be friends and love one another, okay? You are welcome to write whatever you want in your own blog, and you are always welcome to send me a personal message using the comment form on this blog, or to my email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
For many years, I have begun almost every “about me” with the fact alluded to above, that I am the mother of a missing child. In 1988, my oldest daughter, Michaela Joy Garecht, was kidnapped in Hayward, California, the victim of a witnessed stranger abduction. I did not put it first here, because although she in one way or another informs almost everything about me and almost everything in my life, you will not read much directly about her here. I have another blog, http://www.dearmichaela.com, which is about my daughter and for my daughter. There is a link to it in the menu on this blog so it will always be easy to find, and I hope you will visit it.