When I started this blog a couple of years ago, I promised myself that I was going to be honest. If I couldn’t write honestly about a topic, maybe because it was too raw or too personal, or maybe because I only knew enough about it to be dangerous, then I was going to stay silent.
You probably don’t know this, but I’m a secret cheerleader.
No, I don’t mean that I own pom-poms or can whip out a back handspring on command.
I’ve been so busy lately that until this past week, it had been a full…