I have so many names and titles that I don’t even know where to start.

The name Saralinda came from the book The 13 Clocks by James Thurber. The princess Saralinda was tall and dark eyed and had freesias in her hair. She was warm in every wind and weather. And all she could say is “I wish him well.” Witches and curses and all that. My grandfather read to all 7 of his children, specifically his 6 girls. And this was a book that everyone loved. And it was an important book. And so my mother carried this name with her for many years. They named me Sarah Linda but as I have gotten older, I prefer the original name, I hated my name for many years. But I learned why it was important. I am sure that will be its own entry.

I am no one important. I am just one person in the sea of millions. But I have an urge to write. Just write it all and let people read it. And make their own judgements about the things that happened. I mean, some of it, there’s not good people on both sides, because there just aren’t. Some people were trash then and remain trash now. Not much I can do for them.

Daughter, mother, wife, sister, birth mother, atheist, priestess, clinic escort, dog and cat mom, feminist, left winger, ally, Bibi to one bio grandchild and 4 extra grandchildren, soon to be 6… I will keep adding as the things occur to me. Or as my people remind me of them. I will write about all these things, and some of them will surprise you. And me, even, for that matter.

So welcome! Find a chair with the least amount of pet hair, go look to see if there’s any cold soda (check the beer drawer as well) and see if we have any snacks. We probably do.

- February 15, 2024 first draft