According to my husband, I am a know-it-all, so I figured I really should share all that I know, right???
So who am I? Are you sure you want to know? Well, if you’re sure, and if you’re gonna snoop anyway, here it is:
If asked, I guess I’d have to say I’m that snoopy neighbor that peeks out the window to spy on you, but I promise I’ll get your mail for you if you have to be out of town for a funeral. That’s me: the mouthy, do-gooder girl next door.
Although I don’t have the luck to win the lottery, I certainly am not the dullest person to walk the earth either.
I’m a forty-something jack of all trades in the world of writing. I used to write nonfiction, chick lit, poetry, flash fiction, and young adult fiction, but thanks to adding our daughter to the mix, I mostly stick to blogging (for now).
I am a small town girl back home after 20 years in the ‘burbs. Always the farmer’s daughter, I took early-retirement from my teaching job and my hubby, daughter, and I packed up and moved back to our hometown. It’s a big change, but I still know how to use duck tape, so we’re all good. The things that haven’t changed: I still have a love for fashion, interior design, all things retro, popular culture, small town life, photography, my crazy family, sarcasm (plus all others things humorous), my vast array of friends, my comedic husband, and my daring baby girl. I could live on chocolate chip cookies and homemade bread and butter if the world worked my way. Oh, and I may, or may not, have an opinion on everything! Feel free to disagree, but realize I’m right. (Well, probably I’m not, but don’t expect me to admit it!)
If you need to laugh, need advice, need to hear there’s still a reason to have hope in the world, or somebody to kick you in the ass, come hang out with me. I’ll do my best to keep you on the beverage-koozie-side of life.
And if you have something to say or want to connect with this chocoholic-cussing-jeans-wearing-smug-married-with-a-baby-hometown-reunited-type, you can find me at firstname.lastname@example.org.