I am a non-traditional person who has fallen into a very traditional life. I rushed through college and graduated with honors and a double major in four years flat. I then proceeded straight to law school as most people with a political science degree do at some point. I was married at the age of 26 and a homeowner at the age of 27 (unless you count the fact that the bank is the true owner). We have two cats, a dog, a yard, a garage, two cars and plenty of bobble heads. I’ve always been faced with a multitude of choices, but have ended up on the most predictable path with the most unpredictable side stories.
So now I am embarking on the second phase of my life. Instead of being predictable, I’m going to move beyond my comfort zone and play the drummer in my own rock band, the Sarah Bernhardt in my own stage show and the Ernest Hemingway in my own call to arms. This blog is about my life, but make no mistake, it is also about my journey to become the writer I was meant to be.
My life, though traditional, is full of mishaps, misunderstandings and missteps. I have crumbled more times than I care to recall. Embarrassment no longer mocks me because, frankly, it takes much more than a broken bone or mortifying moment to send me into the stratosphere. Having the Perfectly Cursed Life is something more intangible. It’s irony, ecstasy and revelry that is life.
