I started writing as soon as I could hold a pencil. Until 1979, it was mostly just squiggles. The squiggles have since gained definition and curiosity, repeating and solidifying my life as they do. I needed a place to share my words, which have grown too big for my house. They've escaped my notebooks and dictionaries to overtake my carpets, walls, and sofas. There was no more room to place a book or a leg without the undaunted faces of my words. They wrap themselves around me like wool coats. I wear them everywhere. They are proud as badges. So I thought I would share them with you.
I try to accentuate most of my posts with a visual representation of what my words want to express. I put captions on all whose artists I can find. Mostly they are public domain images, and occasionally my own artwork/sketches. None of these images are being used for monetary or personal gain. If there is any confusion or problem surrounding the owner of any of these images, please contact me. I will do everything I can to accommodate any person who has contributed to the appearance of A Street Called Ethel.
This blog is my therapy. It is the "empty chair" to whom I can give all my worries and hope. Thanks to everyone who makes it possible.
A special Thank You to Lorifishes for the inspiration and the final 'kick in the motivation' to start traveling down my imaginary street called Ethel. :)
