I love to hear you talk. In fact, you have been influential in me finding my own voice...I have looked up to you for as long as I can remember knowing you. And I know you have things to say that are worth hearing. Please don't doubt that. Please don't keep silent and deprive the world of your creativity that cannot be found anywhere else. We all have a story to tell and I shudder to think of the drabness of this world without people sharing their stories. So, go on--tell your side of the story and I guarantee that it will strike a chord deep in someone's--actually, more than one person's--heart. Noone wants to be stuck alone with their own view, their own story, their own memories. Pull us out of ourselves as we listen to you. Remind us that life isn't just one person in the spotlight; it's listening to each other and learning from it; it's God forbid! turning our eyes from ourselves and looking to see what someone else is doing...Please, share. We'll listen. And vice versa.

you know it's hard because people ask for honesty, for you to be genuine and then they think they can accuse you of being offensive.

the way I see it is you're an artist. . . and artists are meant to make us feel a little uncomfortable because the world isn't really all that great a place enough to make us feel comfortable all the time.

so write about whatever you want to write about. if we get offended, then that's our issue to deal with.

and I love that siren song. ..

You know, blogs are different than church. People only read a blog because they want to. They are there because they totally want to hear what you have to say. If they are bored or offended, then can just leave, and nobody would ever know.

This is your space. Just do whatever you want and let people read if they'd like.

Just don't post any inappropriate pictures of Jason. That would offend even me.

there's no such thing as an inappropriate picture of me.

Darb, good grief...it is about time that people know what you really think...I think it would be really healing for you to not care about offending people and just say what you want to say. It is your blog for crying out loud...people come here because they want to hear what you have to say...and to hear your point of view...I mean, we all know that what you would be saying would be real and not just something you said for shock value or just for the sake of offending people...I will give testament to that I fact. I mean, who has known you longer than me...not too many people. I mean, you were the third person who ever met me...that is a long time. You're like a sister to me. An older sister...who has the same parents and younger sister, named linds.

You're like a sister to me. An older sister...who has the same parents and younger sister, named linds.

That;s a funny line.

thanks jase. I am aware that my posts have typos in them...I called Lyric, lyris, in another posts. and I said, "I will give testament to that I fact"...what does that mean? It means I'm too tired. I'm too damn old and too F***ing blind...

alright, colonel, pipe down.

haha, glad you got the reference.

will it make you sad if I admit that I didn't/

no, I was saying it for Darby...and Linds. Jase what do you want for your birthday?

world peace. actually, scratch that, a superbowl win for the eagles.

Okay, getting back to the topic at hand... Darbs, there's always more going on inside of us than anyone really knows. A lot more than any of us lets on to. But here's the thing, this is your space to get it out. Put it out there for everyone to gnaw on. And it's true we all check out your blog to see what your creative juices are churning out these days. For some of us there is very little outlet for that which we keep under wraps almost 24/7. I value what you have to say and find it refreshing that your finding your way through this crazy life. And even though the suffering sucks and is a bitter pill we all must swallow, don't forget that life has it's pleasures too. You can even find it in a little thing as small as a bee. Although, I won't try telling that to Lyric after that last incident in which I tried telling her how great bees are and she befriended one only to have it sting her on her neck. That brings back the suffering idea doean't it? Bad story... Maybe I should erase it? Nah. What's done is done. Baahhhh...