There may not be dancing and prancing in Blogosphere Square quite yet, but Christmas time has already arrived at my blog this year. The tree tops on this event horizon are glistening, as I am grateful for your embrace of my recent memoir posts. I’ve even decorated the house in your honor.
Sometimes saying “thank you” seems inadequate. Sometimes saying I’m grateful is nowhere near enough. To say I appreciate your warmth and kindness, your encouragement and hugs does not come close to articulating just how overcome with love I feel.
Despite that inadequacy, I still say “thank you.” Thank you for reading, thank you for commenting, thank you for reaching so deeply inside yourselves to meet me in these posts. Thank you for listening and loving, supporting and encouraging.
Thank you for gathering around this memoir-in-the-making, especially at this special time of year. Its beginnings may be humble, but hopefully this baby of a book will grow into something more substantial, something worthy of your support.
I can’t imagine doing this without you. I don’t know how memoirists manage without the community the blogosphere creates. I’m blessed to have you and hope I can honor your support in continuing to tell my tale.
I may not be dashing through the snow in a one-horse, open sleigh, but I have all of you to make my spirits bright—all of you to make my Christmas white.
So, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas in my corner of the blogosphere this year. May we each post our way to peace on earth this holiday.
And thanks for jingling my blog’s bells this Christmas. Holiday hugs to each and every one of you.
Note: If you are new to my blog, you might have guessed that I am writing a memoir and blogging about growing up in an organized crime family. To read a post that is part of that story,”Kids Make the Best Bookies,” click here. To read my recent protected post, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org for the password.