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I spent a good deal of time wondering what my last blog as a Squawker should be about. I think it should be about you. And me. And the rest of the Squawkers.
Over the last two years, there has been nothing I have wanted to blog about that I haven’t. Sometimes I wished I had had something more important to say, or more compelling—just like sometimes I wish I could be a size six. But then I realized that it isn’t CNN subjects and editorial page topics that produce the strongest threads in the fabric of our relationships. Its the small bits: a similar experience trying on a bathing suit, the echoed sentiment about what pain in the ass caring for a husband with a cold is, the recognition of a favorite line from a favorite book or movie, or hearing a new piece of music and realizing you think its transcendental, too.

Because even when we don’t share the same views on how things ought be, we always share experiences of how they have been. I know this because you told me every time one of the Squawkers blogged, in the comments, or in emails, or in person, or in polls. You told us in a thousand ways for seven hundred days the many ways we are the same. The countless ways we connect.

We listened. I listened. Took note. Paid attention. Because that’s what a story is about. Not them, the heroes and heroines, not at its heart. Its about us. You and me and the things we know.

And because of all of you I am a better writer.

Thank you.