I am

This is hard. I hear the quivering voice of Sister Mary David, a nun in full white and black habit, as she was assigning our senior thesis- Who is man and Who am I? This was impossible to answer at seventeen at St. Cecilia Academy all girl's Catholic school and even harder now that I… Continue reading I am

Why I Write

I've done everything but start, so here I am. Martee, Write.It's good for you. I write for two reasons1. connection2. healing CONNECTION---- My last time on a carousel was on our last big family trip. It was P. D. meaning Pre- Divorce. It was all 8 of us (2 parents and the 6 kids) in… Continue reading Why I Write