Trying Again

Helping a friend put together a website and course syllabus. I can help edit the website but I'm the last person to give advice on software, SEOs, etc. because I'm an impatient sort and social media phobic to boot. My friend has spent countless hours on developing WordPress sites, but doesn't have the budget to get much needed help. 

Which led me back to Blogger, where I started a blog/website a number of years ago and in short order abandoned it. (I've also abandoned sites on WordPress and Weebly, which I suppose makes a grand trifecta.) I thought Blogger might work better for her, and in the process decided what the hell, I may as well try it again myself.

Here goes:)

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