“And now you ask me through your tears, the age-old question through the years: Heredity or environment, which are you the product of? Neither, my darling, neither. Just two different kinds of love.”



Who am I? Why I’m here?

I’m here because he saw her. They said yes to adulterous passion.  It’s simple as that.

Eons before all that, He decided to make a Grace Sandra Green.  Throughout 1976 He did a little knitting.  He knew my name, frame & favorite video game.  Tetris. A centennial baby, He said.

That covers the “why,” unless we focus on those pesky “why’s” that give us these existential mid-life crisis’.

Who am I after grit & grace, in between the passionate lover and the angry advocate?


I am lost. I am found.

I am slathered in grace but bound by judgement.  {My own}

I am quiet with Him.  I am loud in emotion.

I am sorry.  I am proud.

I am beautiful.  I am yellow.

I am a Mama. I am selfish.

I am dreaming.  I am nightmaring.

I am broken. I am healer.

I am in the middle.

Keep knitting, God.  Keep knitting.



Today, I’m prompting with a community I recently joined, The Rebel Diaries.

For October: I’m joining with a herd of other bloggers who are writing for #31Days on one subject.  I chose 31 days of brevity: short posts on non-confrontational, non personal, non soul-bearing topics…hopefully.

31 DAYS of brevity


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