From Aug 3, 2009

I’m sorry for your loss.  I truly am.  I wasn’t trying to make light of your pain.  Only trying to really wrap my own brain around the tragedy that happened.  Which is what it was, a tragedy.

I blog.  I have more than a thousand entries here in this domain.  Every ounce of every post in this is personal.  My thoughts, my dreams, my wishes, the stories I make up, and the observations I make in my daily life.   Yes, some people read what I write.  Most people do not.  Most people I know have no desire to read what I write– but this is my media.  Had I drawn a picture, painted a canvas, or taken a photograph, would it have been the same to you?  Not likely, but you might not see the written word as a platform for emotional expression the way that I do.

THIS is my art.  And the internet is a public place.  I understand now that I must change the names.  I understand that it’s too risky to use real names because it can be interpreted through a lens of emotion that might hurt those people I care about.  I took down what offended you.  I can’t say that I won’t change the names and re-post it, though.  That piece is as real to me as what happened to you, because it is mine, it is a part of my emotional experience.

Again, I’m sorry.  I wasn’t meaning to hurt you.