Unspoken conversations
November 18, 2011
My sister is a 34-year-old lesbian, separated from her wife and in want of a baby. To bolster her own confidence, among a teetering marriage and the prospect of raising a child of her own, she started a blog.
I have to start by saying I don’t like the idea of blogs. I never warmed to it. (Ironic since you are reading a blog I’ve written. I know.) I tried to start this blog back in 2008, as you can see, but only could manage two cynical postings and one one-sentence posting. And thus ended the short lived blogging days of my past.
Well, today I read my sister postings. It was romantically implicit. I felt as though I could see the working of my sister’s private and endearingly self-conscience inner conversations. Dramatically and movie-like, I could almost hear her speaking it herself. (I know, how John Hughes of me.) And suddenly, and at once, I understood the thrill of blogging or rather reading it. It wasn’t another stay-at-home mom’s blog, detailing every aspect of both her so-hard-to-handle child and daunting daily tasks (I say this with a bit of sarcasm). It was something more real, almost tangible.
So, I’d like to thank my sister for bringing me back to the world of blogging. And to her quest for a baby, I hope that in a year from now, she’ll be holding one in her arms.
