I don’t like “about me” pages because they only cover the stuff that doesn’t change– where I was born, where I live now, where I went to school, yadda yadda yadda. All of these are the least interesting things about me. Or the least relevant, anyway.
I’d rather talk about other things. Like how I’m married to a furry, gentle soul named Dan, and that on our first date, he mentioned that he carved rocks into hearts. I said that was funny, because I’d been collecting heart-shaped rocks for years. A few years later, we got married; signs that clear are pretty rare.
We each came into the marriage already packing offspring. Miss G is my daughter; Miss L is his. They’re the same age, only a few months apart. And both teenagers now, god help us.
Those things, while slightly more interesting and relevant than my birthplace, still are just facts.
On short bios, I like to fill in “Artist, writer, mama, stepmama, collector of heart-shaped rocks.” And that’s probably closest I can get in one sentence. Of course, I wouldn’t have a blog if I actually could sum myself up in a single sentence.
I aim for posting on Thursdays, but I sometimes end up posting on other days instead. Once a week, though– I try to stick to that. Unless I’m really cranky or something goes horribly, horribly wrong.
Um, since we’re on the subject, it’s probably a good idea to get posts by email if you don’t want to miss out on any of the action around here.