Silent too long

I haven't posted in a long time. Life changes take time and effort.


When driving across country, some stretches of the journey can be so taxing that conversations with fellow travelers falters for a time until, once again, conversations trickle and flow.


So it seems to be with me. Leaving the work of software support at the Department of Education in Washington, D.C. to follow my husband to Phoenix is a big life change. My attention has been on other things, not taking time to discuss the journey. Lately, I've decided I've been silent on this blog too long. It is time to strike up conversations again.

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