Last Friday, my husband, our son, and I toured colleges in Southern California. I wanted to focus on my son and on this unique time of his life, so different from my college experience in France, so I left my computer behind.
We spent two days filled with conversations, observations, and silences, too, since I only used my phone to snap shots of our moments together.
Back home on Sunday, I wrote a post in French about our trip to L.A. and Cesar Chavez Day.
Later, I worried when I saw the unusual amount of mail I had received over the last days. Spam, I thought with a sigh.
But instead of looking into it, I checked my blog.
My blog is my tiny house from where I post about writing, reading, and living a life Made in France and in the USA.
I’ve always felt that my best rewards are the “Like(s)” and comments of other writers and bloggers. Yet in the same way that writing competitions have pushed me to work on my writing, having a post selected by WordPress triggers my desire to do my best.
I want to thank in the first place the bloggers who clicked on “Like” and commented shortly after I published this particular post, days before Krista, editor at WordPress, noticed it. Most are regular readers and I appreciate their constant visits very much. Some of them have also been Freshly Pressed, and I’m humbled and happy to be part of their community.
Now that I have read each comment on my post I realize that words have indeed the power to unite human beings.
Although living continents apart, most bloggers told of common childhood experiences.
The Famous Five united us.
Sisters, fathers, and mothers connected us, too.
The memory of our very first written words was still fresh on our minds.
This Freshly Pressed post is for you, my little sister.
P.S. Today happens to be April Fools’ Day, Poisson d’Avril in my native France, but every word above is not part of a prank. I swear.
If you want to know more about April 1 in France from an American perspective, you can pay a visit to Patricia.