I’ve written before about how I’m not good at the self disclosure “thing.” However, in the case of my long absence from the blog, disclosure seems appropriate if not actually necessary.
In June, my 92-year-old father passed away; the father from whom I had been estranged for most of my life. As his only child, what I have come to think of as “the aftermath,” fell to me.
I’m fine, just experiencing some culture shock after spending almost a month in a hotel, in the Midwest. I need a bit of a rest.
I’ll return in the fall, to curate, to show, opinionate, and periodically rant, once again.
In the meantime, make the very best of your summer and, don’t forget to persist.