I have never liked Hemingway…and I wasn’t sure why for the longest time.  I think I found his machismo distasteful, I think I found his writing blunt and club like, fitting together like a log cabin’s walls…

…but there was something more that I could never put my finger on.  But I think I have it now…

I think he was a coward.  And I am a lot of things, and riddled with fear at nearly all times, usually free-floating fear of an undefinable nature, but I am not a coward.  I press forward, face fear, and keep on chooglin’…

…especially with people.

Grace Notes is me…letting you see…me, telling.  Everything, with details discreetly hidden or disguised, or misdirected. But I will not be halted or stymied in my longing to know and be known, and so I will keep finding faith and courage.

To tell.