This post is for readers who have never commented in this space before. If you can’t remember whether or not you have – you’re fine. Stop being so conscientious.
If you are a regular commenter and leave a note here, I will take it down. Sorry. If you want to speak, leave a comment on the preceding post and I will personally reply to it. This one time.
My name is Shari Zook, and I’ve been reading and writing in this space for five years. It’s easier to be silent, but I try to say something now and then, because I believe that words need to get out of our heads and into the world so they can do their job, communicating with other humans.
What is your name, and how long have you been here?
You don’t have to answer if you’re shy. I’m the shyest of the shy. You wouldn’t always know it to look at me, but I promise it’s true.
I love springtime, this time of year when all my perennials are pushing and the wind pounces on my house like a wild and living thing. It’s invigorating to be out and cozy to be in. For now I am in. My cat is curled sleeping on the rocking chair and I hear traffic going by on the road.
What do you hear? What do you love?
Oh look. She moved.
Do you know the first comment is the hardest? After that, it’s a little easier because you’re present, and visible.
This is just a quiet spot to say hi, and join the conversation.
(unless you’re male)
(in which case I offer a firm handshake) –