Among the cardboard boxes and mental/emotional somersaults that come with moving, three things happened. First, a distant friend commented on a Facebook post that decades later he still remembered one of the first essays I had ever shared. Seed planted. Then, a week later, a much-newer Illinois friend said that I ought to start a blog and share my thoughts from time to time. It struck me, of course, that a current friend would have no reason to know that I had started a thousand blogs. Friends made in our first three ports of call (Arkansas, Mississippi, and California) would list blogging as one of my primary characteristics, but friends made in Tennessee and now Illinois have no reason to make that association.
Finally, last night, we watched a Netflix documentary on the life of Joan Didion. I felt the fire kindling in my soul from the first frame, but when her friend said that she thought Joan wrote to understand her own thoughts and feelings, the words glared in my mind like a neon sign: I must write. Again.
When I think of myself as a writer, I am thinking of the short, observational life essays that I shared primarily during two life stretches: when I shared “a daily thought” religiously (using both meanings of the word religiously) for the ten years we lived in Mississippi, and when I started the blog, “starting to look up,” in 2015 while living in Malibu. Sure, I put together a couple of books, along with trying out other forms of writing like short stories and poetry, but when I heard the suggestion that Joan Didion wrote to understand what she thought and felt, I knew that was what I was doing when I blogged.
So, here we go again.
I have many, many friends all over the world now thanks to our rolling stone lifestyle, and I would be honored if any of them followed along by subscribing or simply catching the occasional Facebook share, but to be candid, and with all due respect, last night’s documentary convinced me that I need to write and why I need to write, and I do it for me.
Starting to Look Up 
Thankful you are writing again, I always enjoy reading your thoughts.
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I feel the same about you, Jamie. Thank you!
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delighted to have you back?
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Thank you. Excited to be back!
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So glad you are going to start this again. I love you my sweet brother.
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Thank you. Love you, too!
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Welcome back, Al! I missed reading your thoughts!
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Thank you, Hollis! It is so good to hear from you!
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So glad to see your writings again, Al.
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Thank you, sir! I hope all is well with you and Debby — we miss you!
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Glad to see you’re back. I enjoy your perspectives!
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Thanks, Mark! It has been so good to see you while we both lived in Illinois. We miss you already!
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Yea!!! I have always enjoyed reading your work ….first time was when you were a student in my 8 th grade English class…. That was a special class … a lot of very smart students….probably smarter than me!! But I sm very oroud of the accomplishments these students have made in their lives..
Can’t wait to read more from your pen!!
Ms. Terry
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Thanks, Ms. Terry! Fond memories for sure. Thanks again!!
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