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 turd 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 am a 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 am 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:
How’d I Wake Up Married To An Old Dude?
What’s Love Got To Do With It?
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.
