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.
