The Oldest Girl turned 11 on Thursday.

Her favorite gift was her own blog:  Holligan’sHallow.com:

She has already invested tween hours in her first two posts as well as many journal entries that plan future ideas.

I hope you will give her a hit and read her worthwhile words.

For example, what I didn’t tell you, is she tried to make-it to school on her birthday, with visions of Klondike-bar-class-birthday-treats (now in family freezer) in mind, and projectile vomited all over the back seat two, short minutes from school.

She had a GI bug for an uncovetted and unwelcome birthday gift.

In lieu of feeling sorry for herself, she decided to pray.

Yeah, I know, sounds like pulp-fiction, but that’s what she did.

If you choose to read her own report of her birthday celebration in her own words, you will see, and be uplifted by her take away.

She is oh, so new-blogger excited.

I so remember that charge… everywhere she turns there is a post ready for her to flesh out and get on Holligan’s Hallow.

She realizes that there is space enough on this highway for her voice too, and she’s got important stuff to say.

Her saying it is her own Hallelujah!

I lift my voice in Praise!


I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah!