Where should I begin?
I’ve been blogging here since 2003.
I hate indoor birds that fly into my hair. I never eat raw tomatoes if I can help it. 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 over 30 years. I went to Bible College (which is one of the great regrets of my life). It doesn’t exist anymore, the college, that is.
I’m doing the best I can.
I am fiftysomething 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; only one is still a minor. 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. I used to work full-time in a remote job on the computer. Those were the glory days. Now I have to put on shoes to go to work.
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.