Sharing one particular slant on life, through word and image. That much I can promise as I pull up to the blogger’s table for the first time.
As I begin, it is 3 months before my 49th birthday. I am a woman and I ALWAYS tell my age. I’ve never understood the drama around keeping it a secret. If we are lucky, we grow old before we die, but die we shall. I am much more interested in how we live until we die.
I am a born and raised New Yorker, but have lived in Phoenix, San Francisco, and Denver. I lost my hearing between ages 10 and 35, and began “hearing again” at age 42 with cochlear implant technology. Three years ago, through a series of events that confirmed for me that there is no such thing as a coincidence, I arrived in the center of North Carolina. It is here that I’ve experienced the wonder of a sense of place. I am finding my voice, and I am getting braver at letting myself be heard.