The Birth of Blogger

There was a time, not so long ago, that I thought that blogging was self indulgent and only self involved ego-centric types did it. I'm not so sure that I was wrong, but I've discovered that I may actually fall into that category, and so here I am. The birth of a blogger.

What is it, you ask, that has prompted me - a person who barely knows what the origin of the word blog is - to publish my private thoughts on the internet? It is the realization of what I am and what it means that has pushed me to this bizarre act of both desperation and hope.

I am that most horrible creature of fairytales and myth. Breaker of homes and hearts. Seat of evil. Source of agony and despair. I am a step-mother.

I am a step-mother and so the need to get my feelings off my chest in a non-violent way, can sometimes overwhelm me, and yet, I feel as though my experiences are not unique and that maybe there might be someone out there who will feel comforted by my sometimes stupidly miserable stories. So I plan to share them here on this blog and hope that it will help both of us.

More to come soon....