Paranoia

I'm a nice person. A funny, decent woman (really)with 2 grown kids who I absolutely adore and have missed greatly during my 5 years in Phoenix. (That was the catalyst for me moving to Nashville, to get closer to my daughter in Knoxville.) And one Stardude love who is now almost 2,000 miles away, who I absolutely adore as well. I don't pretend to be anyone but myself.

I have loved reading a certain blog through the past 4 years. I always felt an odd connection with her interests - her love of gardening, reading, painting, your love of the sea. Thinking to myself ... yes! that's me!

I'm sorry you feel my reading your blog is an intrusion. I'm sorry you don't believe that I am me. But I have done nothing wrong. I have just read your blog, because I enjoy your words.
And this shouldn't matter to me. you're just a blogger. a mean, paranoid blogger.

but it does.