The Days of Prudence Stufflebeam

I find that the verbiage in my head is rushing like a torrent and there is a need to ebb the flow.  My hope is to purge my mind of some of this excess babbling by directing it onto a page.  It has been years since I could honestly call myself a writer, but I am hoping to fall back into the physical pleasure of losing myself in lines of letters marching across a white field like ants.  Some of these posts will be amusing, and some will be raw and bare.  Since I’m a creature who tends to hide, this won’t be easy for me and may not be easy for others to read.  So, my dearest ones, you have been warned.  As with all good curio cabinets, there will be items of wonder, stuff of whimsey and a few horrible bits to keep it interesting.