I'm Here

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This is going to sound vain. I can't explain it.Or maybe I can.I've read a few emails, tweets and Facebook posts asking me where I've been.Truth? I've not written much since meeting my ex-stripper-friends in Vegas this MAY.Too close too home. Like watching a movie where the final scene scrapes your spine. Nails on gravel.I love those women. Who they've become. The strength and character they possess.It's just that, in meeting them after over two decades, I struggled to find myself.Where was my strength? Did I have character, or was I victim to the well-oiled machine of The Writer wanting to be heard? The one who'd share her story of stretching out on life's gurney. It's wheels filled with self-doubt and coveted solace.I needed space from my inner most self - my truth. I needed the sand in her hourglass to fall effortlessly in to the air.  My space is finally settling.This is going to sound vain. But I don't care. I feel your love and appreciate your noticing this empty chair.I'm back.Thanks for keeping my table...