It's a collection of random thoughts that I have and experiences that I'd like to share. They're often about my children, who provide most of the content; I'm just the messenger. Anyway, according to my mom, I spoke my first word, 'bird', at seven months. Whenever she told someone that, my dad would always chime in, "Yeah, but he didn't start bullsh*tting until he was two." From very early on, I've had a deep desire, or more like a need, to talk and tell stories. I have this continual running monologue in my mind. Getting it out, telling stories, helps me to process and organize my thoughts. It's cathartic. Let the healing begin...