I’m an aspiring writer, but writing runs rampant in my family thankfully. I’m hoping sheer lineage will make up for any lack of writing skill. I’m a Pennsylvania resident by circumstance, and despite the beautiful area in which I live, I long to live out West. But while I’m here, I sure do plan on making the most of it.
There’s an old house on a small hill in Bucks County PA, in which I live. It’s old and moody and slightly magical, and falls apart often, which I try to fix with super glue, duct tape and frequent calls to my dad. I am a single mom to two funky, smarty pants kids, a 13-year-old girl and a 7-year-old boy.
I am one of the very lucky people who were fortunate enough to have my “a-ha” moment, and now live my life on my terms and with a positive attitude. I do see the beauty and magic in the every day, and I am very rooted in nature and my relationships. Sometimes life takes you out at the knees and while you’re on the ground, you see your path scratched into the dirt. That’s where I found mine, in the Wyoming dirt when I traveled out there for answers. And now I know in no uncertain terms that you’ve got to let life get you dirty sometimes, because when you wipe that dirt from your eyes, life is usually pretty clear.
Sometimes I read more than I should and neglect my housework some days to finish a good book or hang out with my family and friends. And I’m okay with that. My interests are fairly diverse and I love to try things and go to new places. I write, garden, travel, shoot shotguns and handguns and plan on trying the bow next. I love to cook, take photos and pretty much anything else.
This is an exciting new endeavor for me. And although outwardly I look cool and calm and always slightly disheveled, on the inside I’m doing a little, uncoordinated happy dance.