I am most passionate about being brave. And I believe being vulnerable is the most brave thing anyone can do. I’m not very good at it. Frankly, I suck. But I believe in the importance of sharing our stories and so I do. If I said I wasn’t afraid, I’d be lying. 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 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.
Then, because life never ever turns out the way you planned, I also went through a contentious divorce and trial in 2014. Now, I’m a single mom with way too much experience in online dating. I write about that with equal parts humor and pathos. Because laughing at my pain is what I do.
I started this blog in October of 2011 when my second baby was a baby. Since then, I’ve written lots of words and been published lots of places including the Washington Post, Scary Mommy, Literary Mama, The Huffington Post and three print anthologies. I’ve completed a two-year course in Literary Fiction at The University of Washington, and continue to take classes at Hugo House, a writer’s community in Seattle. I’m currently writing a memoir titled, “Slut or Nut: A Reckoning.”
I have a 7-year-old daughter and 5-year-old son. We ride bikes a lot. I am the luckiest mom that ever lived.