Where should I begin?
I’ve been blogging here since 2003.
I hate indoor birds that fly into my hair. I loathe cilantro. I dig reality television. I photograph the sunset with my iPhone a lot, obsessively, even.
I keep this quiet because people make assumptions, but I’ve been married to a pastor for 28 years. I went to Bible College (which is one of the great regrets of my life).
I’m doing the best I can.
I am 51 years old. My eyelids are sagging and my eyebrows are losing pigment. Yes, I am a little bitter about that. Inside, I’m feel like I’m 24 or maybe 30. I guess my soul is youthful even as my skin loses elasticity.
I have four kids, ages 13-22. I heartily recommend you space your kids out closer than I did or you’ll be dragging through each stage of motherhood for ten long years. Diapers, 10 years. Elementary school, 10 years. Teenagers, 10 years. And so on.
I’m sick of cooking dinner but I don’t mind doing laundry.
I have a real full-time job working on the computer.
I can recite the fifty states in alphabetical order and say the alphabet backwards. My kids are not impressed but they should be.
I’ve published a few articles here and there, like this one in the Christian Science Monitor: Suburbia’s Fortress Mentality. I wrote half a novel but then got a full-time job so I quit writing. So now I just read a lot.