Who is Eleanor Waverly?

What could she possibly have to say?

Well, knowing Eleanor, as I do,--quite a bit. I won’t say that it will definitely be worthwhile reading. Eleanor wouldn’t want me to lie. After all, it could simply be more nonsense about the nonsense that we already hear and see too much of everyday, but I’ve seen Eleanor produce unbelievably provoking thoughts.

She speaks her mind and knows her opinions often brush others the wrong way. She’s not afraid to ruffle our feathers and expose the thin layer of fragile down beneath. Honestly, I sometimes think she does it on purpose. “To encourage friendly discussion and debate,” I can hear her say as she sits reading in her forest green arm chair, her lips stretched into an almost evil cat-like grin. Eleanor has always been an instigator.

She admits, though, that she is as often wrong as right—perhaps more so.

I can only hope that I will have the courage to stand up and face the world, and the strength of voice to shout back at it, when I am Eleanor’s age. A sagely figure she will not allow me to reveal.

The ice is broken Eleanor. The first entry written. The introduction made.

May the popularity of your blog rise with the tide and never recede.