The 43rd Year was begun as a challenge from my husband who called me out for being a chickenshit. And he was right. This blog is dedicated to fear of writing and of being read, fear of discovery and of exposure and hopefully to the overcoming of those fears.
I've made it through my 43rd year and am now in the midst of my 44th. I've written less than I'd have liked but more than I expected. And I'm keeping the title and web address until a greater inspiration strikes. The issues of the 43rd year, after all, remain...
3 comments:
sweet...but he looks totally embarrassed....don't be taking him to the dog park in that....
I love your dog - even when he's wearing an apricot sweater!
He DOES look a bit bashful (but beautiful, apricot suits his colouring!).
Had a look at the site, amazing graphics and message - I get a bit overwhelmed when I think of the poverty a large part of the world faces.
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