I’m a complicated combination of traditional and contemporary ideals which creates a lot of chaos now and again. I have three children that I love more than life and whom I owe everything to.
I work daily to be a better person. I was raised by loving Atheist/Buddhist parents and I am a closet Catholic. I think my parents were right, but I love the magic of Mass on Sunday.
I grow far too many vegetables every year and would rather have more canning jars than diamonds. My pantry kicks ass as a result.
I tried to find love… and found a whole lot of good writing material, instead. I dabble in internet dating on occasion, purely for the stories and solid reminder that I should treasure my single life.
I’m a lot nicer than I used to be, but I also don’t take nearly as much shit as I used to.
I’d like to think I’ve learned what’s important and what isn’t, while growing into one hell of a woman.