If you insist on sticking around, I’ll tell you a little story. My husband and I were on one of our first dates together driving down a main road in Detroit when a car came out of nowhere and nearly sideswiped us. My heart nearly stopped beating at the near miss, and I mumbled some gibberish out of nervousness. Soon to be husband asked, “What did you say?” as he calmly continued driving as if nothing had happened. I responded that I was merely reciting the French version of “My life just flashed before me.” End of story.

Years later, happily married with kids, my husband made reference to my familiarity with the French language. I knew not of what he spoke. He reminded me. I gasped internally at the trust he put into one simple (what I thought was funny) statement on my part. And then proceeded to set him straight on my true knowledge of languages. English, yes. Hebrew, k’tzat (a little – even though I was born in Israel). French? Spanish? Latin? It’s all Greek to me.

Back to the title. Your reason for being here, if I may gently remind you, is to allow me a place to vent, outlet, express, and let my fingertips do the talking without paying exorbitant fees to a professional whose office looks strangely like a cozy little family room with umpteen degrees on the wall. Funny thing is my home office also looks like a cozy little family room. And I do plenty of counseling in it, for free, relying on my BA in Communications together with my MRS and MOM in Life.

That’s it for now. Once again, I thank you for stopping by.