Language most shows a man...

...Speak that I may see thee. --Ben Johnson

This is my blog.

I have another blog for my family. There, I talk about my family: my kids, my hubby, their goings on and cuteness and all that good stuff.

I realized several months ago, however, that I needed my own space. I wanted a space to monopolize with my goings on: what I'm learning, what I'm thinking about, things that excite me, projects I'm working on. I wanted space to experiment as I write. I wanted to present a slideshow of my days, glimpses of what my life as a stay at home mom really is. Because, despite what you may hear, it's not just about the kids, and I have learned that every SAHM’s brand of Stay at Home Mom-ness is very different. There’s not really a way to lump all of it into one category, and if there is I want no part of it.

But despite my need to define and differentiate, I cringe at the thought of all this exposure. I like people to find me out subtly and slowly, through direct observation, without my filter. I’m typically not into self-definition for anyone else’s sake, and yet here I am, devoting an entire blog to little old me. I need it yet it terrifies me.

Because I feel so very much like apologizing and excusing everything here, I’m not going to. From here out, I will excuse nothing written in this space.

I don't mind people reading this-- If I did, I wouldn't put it on the web :) But for some reason, I feel the need to preface what they will read with a disclaimer. And so the title is the blog’s disclaimer. I feel the need to put myself out there, formed in words, so here it is.

I am speaking.