When one doesn’t remember how to log in and add a new entry, they have clearly neglected their blog for WAY too long! Sorry if anyone’s been disappointed by my absence. I figure it’s the holidays and all, so I’m hoping it’s forgivable if it’s even been noticed. And I know a couple of people have noticed. Thanks for the gentle prodding. I’m still visiting my family for the holidays and it’s always so hectic. In a good way, I guess. So many people to see, things to do, etc. On the other hand I always feel like I’m disappointing someone every single second that I’m here because I can only be so many places at one time. Anyway, I just watched Slumdog Millionaire and I simply loved it! Please go see it, if you haven’t already. It is so beautiful (in a gritty, painful way), and inspiring. I actually was a contestant on “millionaire” quite a few years ago. Seeing that set and hearing that music always elevates my heart rate a bit, so at times this movie really had me on the edge of my seat. It also left me full of faith and gratitude and awe. It reassured me that all of the things that I’ve been through that were less than pleasant (downright painful some of them-but nothing like Jamal’s), and all of those that I have yet to face, are leading me to my destiny. “It is written.” It is written that I be born biracial. That my black mother and white father divorced and I began to see things in black or white. It is written that I witness the joys and the sorrows of both of these worlds and have come to realize without a doubt that we’re all cut from the same cloth, so to speak, and that the things “they” tell us to keep us separate are illusions of this world. That I find the pursuit of banishing them (the illusions meant to separate, not the people perpetuating them for that is just a habit they learned) to the nothingness from whence they came to be my deepest passion and most fulfilling endeavor must be written. I never looked ahead and saw this chapter coming. I had no idea. But it is written.