Welcome to my world.
I’m a transplanted Southern girl, who will never be confused with a Southern belle, living in Big Sky Country. After working as a lifeguard, a Peace Corps Volunteer, a middle school teacher, a Hickory Farms girl, a switchboard operator, a front desk clerk at a hotel featuring the Fashion Don’t uniform consisting of a tacky brown, three piece polyester suit with a bow tie, and finally, an attorney (but don’t hold that against me), I am uniquely qualified to do absolutely nothing.
That’s why I write.
Of course, I thought becoming a full-time mom would change all that. But when I traded in my Legal Brief Case to become the Diva of Domesticity I discovered I was even more clueless than even I thought was possible.
Sixteen years later, I’m still parentally challenged.
I suspect I’m not alone. On my blog, you’ll get the whole truth and nothing but the truth. These are the mostly true tales of this wild ride of middle-aged parenthood. And I make no effort here to clean it up. It’s me, uncensored.
I’m an award winning columnist for the Bozeman Daily Chronicle. I’ve even managed to sucker some big name publications, like Family Circle, Parents, Funny Times and American Profile into publishing my stuff. I even wrote a book. My new
baby book, A Real Mother: stumbling through motherhood, is finally here. It’s available in Bozeman at the Country Bookshelf and online at amazon.com. It’s also available for Kindle.
My home is a high-testosterone Jackass episode with The Boys, The Husband and my two fur children, the shelter pups. I’m the only one who lives here without a penis, but I don’t care. I more than make up for that by being deeply in the throes of peri-menopause. So far, I’m winning.
My goal is to keep it that way.
If you are new to my site, here are a few posts to introduce you to my world:
Thanks for stopping by. And please, be bold and jump in with a comment. I double dog dare you.
What I probably shouldn’t tell you is that I live for comments. Really. I’m that attention-deprived.