God created Heaven and Earth ... and Facebook.
There are lots of ways this story can start. My dad died. As much as I wish it was a "Tuesdays With Morrie" story, it didn't end that way. There's divorce and alcoholism. There's abandonment. There's teenage struggle. There's a will contest and a very real lawyer bill to contend with. My brother lost a leg to bone cancer. I got divorced. My daughter graduated high school, moved out, moved home, finished college and moved out again. The story could start at any of those places.
But, it begins with Facebook.
I sort of liked those little status updates. The note feature was cool.
Tonya, why aren't you writing? Friends have a right to know. My journalism career ended abruptly. Banking never was a career choice, but I found myself several years into it. I gave myself an alter-ego: Banker Barbie. Writing was painful. But, I started doing a little of it while I recovered after knee surgery. After the divorce, I decided it was time to explore some of those hidden places. I joined a community band to play flute, and a marching band to reinforce the whole walking-after-knee-surgery thing. Several friends suggested a blog.
