The 399

The 399

This is my

399th

post.

And as I write,

 squeezing out a story,

fantasizing I am a

newspaper woman

of the 1950's,

silk stockings,

a pencil behind my ear,

a typewriter

with ribbon,

do you even know what that looks like?

Or a typesetter,

I have known one at least in my lifetime,

they set the individual letters

for printing presses and

made the nickel newspapers

of long ago.

But I am a blogger,

wondering some days why

but mostly feeling,

it gives me a place to spill

my perspective

and read a few others'

viewpoints.

My support group,

my opinions

displayed

my feelings,

what I can reveal,

my struggles

for justice,

my place for me.

This is the 399th post.

That is why we blog.