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To Indigo Bunting on the occasion of her birthday
in 2006 I discovered a group of people who wrote snippets about other people they knew using the number of words they’d been on Earth. I thought it sounded like fun and began my own 365 blog. The very first person to comment on my work went by the nickname “Indigo Bunting”. For those of you who are not familiar with common bird names, an indigo bunting is a beautiful blue bird (often mistaken for a bluebird).
Indigo Bunting said there were a couple of reasons she was interested in my posts. One was that she’d lived in my hometown in the 1980s. Another was that she knew two other women who spelled their name the same way I did. A third was that she once lived in a town a couple towns over from where I know live. I was in awe of her way with words and immediately began reading her 365 from the beginning. The way she shaped her sentences and phrases taught me a thing or two about short-writing.
Eventually many of the core group of the original 365 group started new blogs and we followed each other to those. Indigo Bunting is slightly less prolific on her own blog than she is in commenting on other people’s blog posts. I don’t know how she does it — nearly every time I read someone’s blog post, Indigo has already been there and written the perfect comment.
Her blog is so well written — usually humorous, sometimes heartbreaking, always highly readable.
Not only is Indigo a remarkable writer, she is also a birder, an editor, a skater (ice and roller), a fly fisher person, and expert on fly fishing, a lover of roller derby and she can still turn cartwheels like a kid.
Happy Birthday Indigo Bunting! Best wishes for the coming year. Live long and write lots of blog posts.
Twenty
The Internet insists on reminding me that my oldest is no longer a teenager. My email told me when I logged on this morning:

Skype told me after enticing me to open it with a notification in my taskbar:
And of course Facebook told me it was Clare’s birthday.

It’s not that I feel old or anything — it is just that now I need to change my “About me” statement.
Oh, and Happy Birthday Clare. You’re still my little girl.
