Yesterday, after writing about a friend that died many years ago, I had a comment by a reader that told me I must live in the present. Yesterday was not a good day to say this to me. It bothered me - as if I was being told I don't live in the present or worse it suggested I should forget my friend. This is a public blog that has visitors from all over the world most of whom I don't know. Comments are bound to be made - some I'll agree with and others I won't. It's a part of the experience and I welcome any feedback that my readers want to give. But I have to say that this comment just didn't sit well with me and I'm going to attempt to explain why. I don't like being told to forget my past. It's insulting to be told to forget what's made me the person I am. I think people spend too much damn time trying to forget their pasts. Believe me, there are a lot of things I would like to forget. My life has not always been easy. I...
The misadventures of a Jersey Girl that crossed the pond