I would like to introduce myself to you.
I am not attempting to attract readers, nor employers.
I surf. I am an artist, and a photographer.
I pursue adventure.
adventure |adˈvenCHər, əd-|
an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity
• daring and exciting activity calling for enterprise and enthusiasm: she traveled the world in search of adventure | a sense of adventure.
• archaic a commercial speculation.
I recently asked my friends, in Florida, why they chose to live the life they did, and the overwhelming reply was they like electricity. What?
So my adventure, is typical to some, but far reaching to others.
My posts are my journal. It helps me to stay sane and at times makes me crazy. Such as, becoming obsessed about the words family DogMA and family DraMA. I know there is a story in that. The words unearth memories. They jump and juxtapose in my brain, until they spill out onto the page.
I write about my dysfunctional family, road trips, and daily happenings. Sometimes, I’ll write a poem. Who knows?
My blog is as structured as my life.
If you’re looking for an A-Z reading, you’ve arrived at the wrong address. If you enjoy short stories, quips, photos and an occasional poem, tortured and light hearted, then you might want to visit.
Grandma’s Gone Surfing