It’s been so long, I’m thinking perhaps I should reintroduce myself.  I’m 5’11", blonde, emaciated and I like to play all sorts of sports, especially golf.

I’m also really into jazz.

Just kiddin’.  I’m still fat.

I was actually trying to post a review (with book cover) here about the upcoming Judy Blume anthology to which I am a contributor, but I don’t  know how to post pictures.  I can only do it if Jesse is home, and, unfortunately, he’s not.  But, when he does get home, I will go ahead and take care of that.

In the meantime, I hope you’re noticing that I’ve recently begun using commas.  It’s sort of a way of life for me, now. I even think in commas. And because I’m enjoying them so much, I’m seriously considering reinstating the question mark as well — something I abandoned quite a while ago for no apparent reason and with no warning– along with the turn signal (a.k.a the blinker).  I didn’t use that either for a very long time.  I just went. 

I still feel, on some level,that it’s my right to turn left, or right, without announcing it to the entire world, thereby showing my hand, so they can all just cut me off.  But then Kim started yelling at me all the time about what a horrible driver I am, and what a poor example I set, so now I use it even if I’m just switching lanes.  It’s all part of growing up–which brings me back to the Judy Blume book. 

There were 21 of us authors who contributed to this little masterpiece.  We all wrote about what Judy Blume’s books meant to us as we were growing up. The theme of my essay was that while reading Blume’s books I became acutely aware that there was something very wrong with me.   

You’ll see what I mean. . .