My daughter discovered Delilah when she was nine, while visiting her grandparents in Florida.

She fell asleep to her smooth, nurturing, hopeful voice every night until sometime in high school.

At the end of the day, Delilah supplied the perfect song for whatever her callers were living through and all was right with the world.

When I was nine, until sometime in high school, I watched Marcus Welby, M.D. every Tuesday night.  His kind and caring manner, paired with the kindness and caring of his nurse and office manager, Consuelo Lopez, sent me to bed knowing that caring, competent people were out there in the world.

And if the ABC Movie of the Week was a scary one, my sisters and I ALWAYS watched Dr. Welby afterward.

To take our minds off the scary before bed.

It worked most weeks – unless Dr. Welby was the scary.  Unless we went to bed convinced we were afflicted with that episode’s malady.

Why am I telling you this?

Last week WordPress notified me that I have been blogging with them (with anyone) for three years.

And I started thinking why?

What, three years in, is the purpose of my blog?

And then Delilah and Dr. Welby came to mind.

And I think I’d like my blog to sorta’ be that.

At the end of a day – if you are anxious, scared, lonely or just tired – you can read about my ordinary day, my ordinary life and go to sleep to a familiar voice.