Fardoh..... what does it mean?

When I was 5, I was little....like most five year olds. My sister was 10 years older than me; come to think of it, she still is. She never called me by my real name, she called me Fardoh. But I don't think I'm spelling it right. I think it's supposed to be Farto. But really, who wants be called farto? At five I didn't have a choice, I don't think I even cared. Now, she occasionally uses the same endearment, but mostly, she calls me Kiddo.

I haven't given this place a description, yet. It's for me. My place to say what I want to say while keeping some form of annonymity (sp?).

I've come across other blogs where people seem to feel quite free and capable of expressing their ideas and thoughts. I hope to accomplish the same as well.

I'm an atheist. I like being an atheist, but it isn't always so easy. I think it's easier to believe in something so I embrace the challenge of finding creative ways of dealing with disappointments, anger, frustration, etc.

Fortunately, I found a church that tolerates my positon and actually opens up to hearing what I think. Of course it's a UU church. They have discussion groups. I love discussion groups. The topics are interesting and I actually get to speak and be heard. I think that's the best part; being heard.