I’m just a girl.
Besides that, I’m a mother, wife, eater of peas, wannabe paper-maker, reader of many books, massage therapist, small business owner, and an experiencer (this is from my own private dictionary) of the world and its eccentricities. I live here, but I’ve lived there. Most every life experience I’ve had has seemed cinematic to me, whether it’s been a blip or a saga. And so, I write.
Which, I suppose, makes me a writer too.
I find motherhood shockingly challenging. I find my children to be shockingly challenging. I find the laundry to be shockingly challenging. And really, I’m not very happy about it. I sure wish someone had warned me. Allow me to do that for you.
I will never, ever, ever blog about how adorable my life is. Just how adorable I am.
And if you are shocked by profanity, well, don’t read my fucking blog.