I am most passionate about being brave. And I believe being vulnerable is the most brave thing anyone can do. I share my soft spots here, in public, and if I said I wasn’t afraid I’d be lying. I am. But I do it anyway because someone should. Someone should be brave so that others can also be brave. If not me, then who? If not now, then when?
I fell off the corporate ladder in October of 2010. Technically, I was pushed but what-ev-er. As a result, for the better part of 2010 and 2011, while my first baby was a baby, I rode a litigious, soul-crushing roller coaster of he said/ she said involving salacious details of sexual harassment and outrageous discrimination. As a result, I’m a unashamed feminist.
In the midst of this first, true, existential, identity crisis at 32, I ran across the first short story I’d written when I was twelve. It was hidden away in an old, yellowed diary under miniature lock and key in my parent’s basement, buried in a plastic bin, in another state, thousands of miles away from my home. Along with that story, was another I had submitted for publication when I was 15. Sitting there on that dust-moted floor holding these forgotten desires, I cried like a confused child. I cried because I finally acknowledged something I’d always known, but denied to avoid the angst, self-doubt and fear of failure. I admitted that I wanted to be a writer.
So now, I write. I started this blog in October of 2011 when my second baby was a baby. Since then, I’ve had several stories syndicated on mom-focused websites, been published in three anthologies, completed a two-year course in Literary Fiction at The University of Washington, and landed a job as an editor and social media manager for Mamapedia.com.
And as of January 2014, I’m also going through a volatile divorce. Why? Because life never ever turns out the way you planned. Never. Letting go of my best laid plans is my biggest lesson. I write about that a lot. So… Dear Fellow Control Freaks: Welcome. You’re not alone. Pull up a chair and let’s talk. Try not to be afraid, and I’ll try not to either even though my most vulnerable posts have been trotted out in court and used in an attempt to discredit me and take my children. No matter. I will still be brave. And if I can be brave, so can you.
I live near Seattle with my 5-year-old daughter and 3-year-old son. I am the luckiest mom that ever lived.
I write about what inspires me, what scares me, what confuses me, hurts me, and makes me want to love, more, and fear, less. I don’t write unless I have something to say. I use sarcasm to gloss over some of the painful bits and I tend to over-share. I apologize for neither.
Thanks for stopping by and please leave comments if you are so moved because I’m more sensitive than I’d care to admit.