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Speaking Up

From time to time people ask me why I write a blog. It started simply enough. I was then a managing editor of a local newspaper serving a population of 14,000 residents with a business community with about 20,000 employees. Then we adopted another town next door with a population of 9,000. We added a non-participating community of 26,000  people soon after. That’s a combined resident population of 50,000 plus an employee base of 25.000 or more.

Managing that publication focused on local issues and people. My interests ranged farther than that but is knew those needed to be kept out of the local newspaper. So, I began the blog so I could ventilate my mind without involving the local paper.

See how simple that was?

It took nearly three years to reach 100,000 contacts, but that number rose 100,000 each of the next two years. Then something happened with Google Blogspot and now I distribute the blog via Facebook only. My numbers are quite low now, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is clearing my mind of all its thoughts over many topics. For me it’s therapy.

It also is life giving. Keeping my mind engaged keeps my life forces running. My mother read a book a week and did crossword puzzles constantly. She lived to 104. That’s not my goal but I do want the brain to percolate until it is no longer needed!

So. I write this blog. And I speak out on many issues. I reach out to others to give them support to think their own way and live engaged lives. I remember the Epstein Files because it matters. I speak out on Trump’s shenanigans because it matters. I think about how an aging  body experiences life because no one else helped me understand it at a younger age. Maybe it will help others not obsess about it!?

All of these thoughts – idle or not – matter. Each of us should speak up about what matters to us. You never know how this will help others do the same.

All of it matters.

June 15, 2006

Remember the Epstein Files

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