Babs, my first born.

I sit at night worrying about her. I want to make sure that I treat her well so that as she grows older her life will be full of excitement and love. I sometimes worry that I haven’t given her the right tools to play with the other children and that her interactions with the world around her will not do her harm. When I take her out, I look at the other proud parents and wonder if they worry about the same things I do.

When she first came into my life, I couldn’t have been prouder. Her name came to me before I even held her in my arms for the first time. I had dreamed for years of the day that my first would come to me and when that day finally arrived I could not have been happier. I only wished I had take pictures of the blessed event so I could forever have a reference. When I brought her to work the first time, other proud parents shared their joy with me and those who were not yet fortunate enough to have one of their own dreamed of the day they too could be the proud parents of a Mac.

No seriously, having a Mac is like having a child. And let’s face it, they cost about the same.

Now I await the arrival of her twin Lilith and brother Niles.

What.. Where Have I Been?

It has been more than a month since I have posted to my Blog. I would like to blame it on the Film Festival or the move or the position of Saturn, but I can't. The only reason is my lack of writing. Previously I have posted longer political type essays on this blog and sometimes the thought and pressure of writing them perhaps caused me to avoid writing. The time has come in my life where I have to stop avoiding and start doing.