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When I first started blogging, I had this notion that blogging was the province of teenagers and that most blog posts were written in the nearly incomprehensible idiom of text messaging. (Which does lead one to wonder why I started a blog...) In any case, I was surprised when I began poking around in cyberspace and found vibrant communities of mama bloggers, autie mama bloggers, recovery bloggers, feminist bloggers, spiritual bloggers and more. And in my cyber travels, I found The Junky's Wife.
And I was blown. a. way.
A kick ass writer who was insanely in love with her junky husband, this woman was smart, funny as hell and all kinds of well read. She was the right kind of crazy, and that's everything I like in a friend. (Was it JW of one of our mutual friends who said that all we look for in a friend is someone smart who spent her childhood chained to a pole her her stepfather's basement?) It was blog love at first sight.
We first got to know each other (as we bloggers do) through comments, and while we've moved on long ago (in this huge, lump-in-the-throat, leap into the chasm of trust way) to being real life BFFs, I was still sad to see her saying goodbye today to the blog where I first found her.
I know her relationship with her blog has been nearly as tempestuous as her marriage itself, so I wouldn't be surprised if she came back one day or if she never came back at all. She's like one of my favorite literary figures. Um, no not Hamlet. I was thinking of something a little more, well, along the lines of the literature I actually get to read these days... She's like the Lorax, lifting herself by the seat of her pants to that patch of blue sky and leaving us wondering at the words left behind.
Namaste, Junky's Wife. I'll miss your blog.
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