Day One. Getting Started

Hi there,



Today is the first day of the rest of my blogging life. I have wanted to write daily for years but never indulged in my passion. So, blogging is the way for me to do this. I hope you will indulge me by reading my blog, comment please as I need to find my voice, so I can write that novel I have wanted to do for years!!!



Let me introduce myself. My name is Wolffie. I am forty-eight years old, a wife of 21 years, a mom of four (18, 13, 13, 12), a sober women for 27 1/2 years, a breast cancer survivor since November of 2000, surviving ( or trying to!) menopause, a runner, okay i am going to say this... a writer, and I think that is it!! Isn't that enough?!?

Sometimes I feel alone with my thoughts It's hard to talk about how you want to kill (not literally!) your hormonal teen, admitting to having dialogue with your scale because the number never changes in the direction you want, afraid that the back pain you have had for weeks is really cancer (which keeps you up and night and therefore are cranky because of sleep deprivation), wondering if your college kid is partaking in the "Thursday Partayyy Night" ( the universal reason to have fun on Thursdays at colleges campuses all over the country), and oh there is so much more!!!

So, what does this offer you? A chance to know that you are not alone. A chance to see how I have fumbled through life sometimes not so great and sometimes with grace and humor. I have all these life experiences that I want to share and no matter what you are going through..you can get through it. None of us are alone.

Why listen to Wolffie? Because I get it. I have a huge passion for purses. I go to Neiman Marcus about once or twice month and "visit" the black large Caviar Tote that i drool over and can't afford. My adrenaline rushes every time i walk into the Chanel Boutique there. I know i can't buy the purse and so does the sales clerk because I told her I am just in for my "visit". At first I felt like a fool doing this. Then I realized, why in the heck not?!? Who is it hurting? For one minute or two, I own that damn bag. Then I leave satisfied that my marriage is still in tact because I didn't charge something I totally can't afford.

Can you relate?

More will be revealed. Call this a teaser. Please come back for more.


Signing off until we meet again.

In Love and Peace,

Wolffie