10 moves in the last 8 years. Yup, that's me. How do you spell mid-life crisis kids? A Texas native (Hook 'em Horns), my life has woven me from the Lone Star State to Wall Street to Atlanta, Georgia... and let's not forget the 18-month hangover, er layover in Alabama to boot. Yee-haw. With the loves of my life now firmly by my side, I'm snug as a bug in our cozy home on Lake Lanier. My top skill? The art of cramming 10 pounds of shit into a 5-pound bag (thanks Grandma Rose), so let's unpack some baggage shall we?
By default, I've never been a team player. I spent many days in grade school kicking dirt along the fence line while kickball teams were picked. I would have Ally McBeal-style delusions of grandeur in hopes I could somehow disappear, fold my arms and legs into my own body, turn into a bubble and float away. No one wanted the fat girl with glasses on their team. Life has brought me again back to that longing to break free, so I've chosen to float away from Wall Street and the corporate American dream to pursue my true passion, writing. Ever since I could remember, writing has been my therapy, my escape, my drug. Writing to me is what alcohol was to my grandmother- "there for the worst of times, and for the best of times." I'd like to think my writing is far more refined than her taste in booze (cinnamon schnapps anyone?) but her underlying sentiment resounded with me. We all need an escape.
My resume? Poignant, painful, beautiful true grit life experience, an overflowing heart, a keen eye for the understated nuances of raw, intangible human emotion, an ability to translate those intricacies into words, and above all an undeniable desire to write. These days we're all told we need a Why and mine are quite simple. Three sweet faces are my why's and in my blog you'll hear all about them. They are my inspiration, the true reason I am here. Together they have brought to the forefront my purpose, and my purpose is to tell a story, hopefully yours, using all the human emotion they've subtly brought bursting from my heart.
By default, I've never been a team player. I spent many days in grade school kicking dirt along the fence line while kickball teams were picked. I would have Ally McBeal-style delusions of grandeur in hopes I could somehow disappear, fold my arms and legs into my own body, turn into a bubble and float away. No one wanted the fat girl with glasses on their team. Life has brought me again back to that longing to break free, so I've chosen to float away from Wall Street and the corporate American dream to pursue my true passion, writing. Ever since I could remember, writing has been my therapy, my escape, my drug. Writing to me is what alcohol was to my grandmother- "there for the worst of times, and for the best of times." I'd like to think my writing is far more refined than her taste in booze (cinnamon schnapps anyone?) but her underlying sentiment resounded with me. We all need an escape.
My resume? Poignant, painful, beautiful true grit life experience, an overflowing heart, a keen eye for the understated nuances of raw, intangible human emotion, an ability to translate those intricacies into words, and above all an undeniable desire to write. These days we're all told we need a Why and mine are quite simple. Three sweet faces are my why's and in my blog you'll hear all about them. They are my inspiration, the true reason I am here. Together they have brought to the forefront my purpose, and my purpose is to tell a story, hopefully yours, using all the human emotion they've subtly brought bursting from my heart.
