hello from… wherever I’m living at the moment

 
 

Listen:

When you’ve been raised in New England on the dry humor of P.G. Wodehouse, everywhere is a bit of a culture shock.

When you then spend your adulthood bouncing around parts of the country where they discuss how they’re going to cook their catfish instead of their lobster, judge the seasons by the sight of combine harvesters* instead of tall ships, say either “bless your heart” or “uffda” when you make a self-deprecating joke, and chat casually over coffee about the poisonous creepy crawlies they saw instead of questioning (screaming) why you live among tiny poison dinosaurs, you realize that you will always see things as an outsider, a relatively objective bystander.

When you can tap into a college career of studying reading, writing, and human nature—English literature—after initially thinking you’re going to become, of all things, a neuroscientist, you learn to apply that objective outsider opinion to absolutely everything. Including yourself.

Finally, in 2023 I became a mother, so that’s my latest adventure.

And that is me.

What is this place?

This site is a mish-mash of myself. I have to write ideas down to stop them from rattling around in my head, so my articles are where those ideas go. They’re categorized by how seriously I’m taking myself when I write them. I like to cook, so there’ll be a collection of recipes I’ve developed once I remember to take pictures of them before I eat them. I like to bake, too, but that is so much harder to develop from scratch, so I haven’t bothered. I get my fix by re-watching The Great British Baking Show instead.

My real job is marketing, which happened by accident. A portfolio of campaigns I’ve created and writing I’ve done for work live here too for good measure.

“What do you mean, ‘Hello from wherever I’m living at the moment?’”

So far I’ve lived in…

  • Germany

  • New Hampshire

  • Wisconsin

  • New Hampshire again

  • Wisconsin again

  • Kansas

  • Georgia

  • Kansas again

  • Minnesota

  • Kansas, again

So who knows where I’ll end up, or even just where I’ll go next. Obviously not me.

*I was almost run over by a combine harvester once. It did not ingratiate me to the Heartland.