Damn This Memory Of Mine!

I'm just going to put this out there: I love writing {duh!  That's why you have a blog, silly!}
Mkay, yes, that is an obvious thing to say.  But I really do love writing.  I love creating with words, making images that people can see if they close their eyes.  It makes me happy when I get the phrasing JUST RIGHT, when my words convey exactly what I'm thinking and feeling. 

& as much as I love writing, I love reading good writing.  LOVE. IT.  I follow a few blogs, not as many as when I started cuz some have become defunct, or disappeared, or been made private & I wasn't invited to the party {sob!}, & all of those blogs fed my writing soul with lovely morsels of words & phrases & stories; there are some amazingly talented people out here on the interweb!

One such writer had a blog about her fight with infertility.  I loved her writing.  It was poignant & sweet & her emotions came through with such clarity!  She, luckily, had 2 children & transformed her blog from living with infertility to living.  It was a great moment for her when she renamed, rebranded her space her in interspace.  

I enjoyed reading that blog! & be damned if I can remember what the hell it was called.  I can't even remember her user name. 

If this sounds at all familiar to anyone, please let me know?  I want to reconnect.