“You talk too much.” That was my father’s trademark whenever I acted out of line. He still uses it today. A blessing in some respects, as I will always hear his voice when I act irrationally. A curse, as I imagine myself saying it, hating myself for doing so, then laughing hysterically remembering the many occasions it needed to be said.

As many times as I misbehaved, somewhere along the line I must have done something good. My family is a gift, my father is a wise and witty character, my mother youthful and beautiful. I am a mixture of  both. Perhaps at times it is best to keep quiet. Although most of the time I choose not to be.

This is my attempt to talk too much. I welcome anyone to read this as I make my journey through life. Share in my adventures as I begin a new chapter in my life. My thirties. Where did the time go?

Welcome all.