I started this because I was a “class communicator” and with each email I sent I found people writing back, reaching out to me, desperate to communicate. We’ve become so connected and yet so isolated. I was a voice in the woods. A fellow traveler and someone who despite being without answers or a map, left gingerbread crumbs in the forest. Just maybe, someday, we’ll find our way home.

This is my window. I invite you to open it. You can shut it anytime you want.  Just don’t slam it on your fingers. I have a friend who lost part of this thumb that way.