"I'm still here," she whispered.

My plan was to spend this summer writing. To tap away and chronicle Edmonton, placement, summer, life with Luke, Luke in general, single parenthood, my slow descent into hippiedom, and all the other great things that 2014 hath wrought. And yet, here I am in July and nary a peep since January.

So, I'm going to write.

I think about writing every day. I'm like a writer with no follow through, so that makes me just a regular person. How boring.

So, I'm going to write.

There will likely be little respect for chronology. Photos may or may not match the appropriate time period. It'll be a bit more like a film "based on actual events" than a documentary, but it'll exist and I suppose for me, right now, that's all I can really manage to care about.

Here goes.