Had a nice visit with realsupergirl.� She may even still be at home visiting with Pumpkin and Butternut, but I’m here at work, so it’s all over for me.

Talking with realsupergirl, I was reminded that I have resisted writing here about motherhood and, well, life generally, because of the essential difficulty of communicating anything.� Call it existential angst, depression, or just plain low self-esteem, but I have trouble writing because I cannot imagine I have anything to say that has not already been said.� (Never mind that I haven’t already said it, and maybe some of you reading here want to read what I’m thinking.)� The parts of my experience of motherhood that I can communicate have been spoken by many women before me, and the parts of motherhood that are particular to me I can never give to you.�

I’m not looking for cheerleading.� I just figure I have to start somewhere, and that place seems to be naming the roadblock.� Now, we’ll see if it helps.