I stay home most days to care for my wild little children in a tiny town next to the even tinier town I grew up in. A college dropout, my life has unexpectedly turned out pretty wonderfully, thanks in big part to the high school football player who took a chance on a girl he met in gym class. I swallows books and doughnuts whole, flop around on my yoga mat, and hope I can someday soften the world’s perspective on life after loss.
P.S. I am nosey. If you tell me your story, or any story, I will interrupt you a thousand times to ask tiny questions about the connections and the backstory to the story. Sometimes, I will even draw a diagram that I will reference when you are talking, because I get confused and I like to REALLY understand how people and places and experiences get tangled up together. This is why I wrote the “backstories” of our life in list form. It is the easiest way to tell the facts of what has happened in the last 11 years and I know I will weave all the emotion and thinking with these facts when I illustrate my blog posts.