You like using my old, half-dead laptop. It is inferior to your sleek machine that is built to wow. You like to snoop around my files, hoping that you will find something to distract you from the tasks you need to accomplish. I envy you this freedom. Not every one has that level of access. I must tell you though, what you don’t know. My silence does not mean I have nothing to say. My blog is my voice. My silence shouts to you across the pages. Read it – carefully, and you may hear what my heart is telling you.
