What: English teacher for 12 years, taking time off to stay at home with three wonderful boys; loving wife, favorite daughter, best sister. Writer.
Where: Buffalo, NY (A city that currently suffers from being totally underrated: we are awesome.)
Why: I write a blog because A) I just really have always loved writing, B) Once I stopped working I realized I had lost that outlet you gain through amazing coworkers who kindly listen to and comment on the daily struggles that are part of the everyday "stuff," and C) I think my children do weird things that must be shared. It's also become a lovely chronicle of their childhood, so much easier for me to do than those goofy fill-in-the-blank baby books.
Facts About Me:
- I love my husband and children more than anything, anyone, any place, or any possibility. My own family (parents, sister, and brother) are a close second.
- I'm a writer. I say it with pride. I'm a lot of other things, but I'm this. I always have been.
- I met my husband when I was fourteen. Periodically, I write about the saga of our life together. Those stories are labeled Memory Lane.
- I have three sons who are fantastically brilliant and wonderful. If you were wondering. But Noah is insanely misbehaved.
- I would rather eat cheese than chocolate.
- I could survive on coffee, cheese, and bread. But wine would be appreciated.
- I know how to throw, catch, and hit a baseball, but I really can't do anything else sport-ish. I can swim if my feet can touch the bottom or if it's to save my life. For these reasons, my children are only allowed to swim as deep as I can stand.
- I have been telling people for YEARS that the reason I was never an athlete was because I badly sprained my ankle in 9th grade track by tripping over a hurdle. It is true that I tripped over a hurdle, and that's also a terrific metaphor for my life, but that is NOT how I sprained my ankle. Truth: I was wearing the wrong kind of sneakers and they were tied too loosely because I never wanted to go to the trouble of untying/retying them.
- I have an irrational fear of being sideswiped by another vehicle while driving. Head-on collision, flipping the car, spinning out, crashing in to guardrails--those are all scary. But I always feel like the car next to me is actually going to smash into my car. It may have to do with my claustrophobia.
- I am extremely and unashamedly germophobic. Wash your hands, cover your coughs and sneezes, and stay home when you are highly contagious. That's not even crazy. It's just good hygiene and being considerate.
- My family has a cottage on Lake Erie where I've spent every summer of my life. It is my favorite place anywhere, followed closely by New Orleans.
- I have made an effort in the last five years to bring back the rolling of pants. Not because I like the look, but to prove to myself that it COULD be done.
- I make delicious pancakes, but can only cook them one at a time.
- I hate, hate, hate, HATE being ignored. Being acknowledged but asked to wait is pretty bad, too.
- A lot of people think I'm judgmental. I'm not judgmental. I'm extremely passionate about what is right for ME, but I do not believe that what is right for ME is right for everybody. I fully support that people need to find their own way and live in a way that works best for them (taking into account that it doesn't bring harm or hurt to others).
- I took Latin for six years. The culminating moment was when I completed translation of Virgil's Aeneid. The most useful thing about having done that is that I can tell people I've done it.