A quick perusal of my logs reveals that occasionally people actually click on this link. Given that, I suppose I should write something that isn’t out of date.
I am, in a nutshell, a midwestern girl living in the LA area and trying to figure out life, the universe, and everything. For a long time I was a graduate student in sociology and thought I might become an academic. But in the end I decided that, while research is something I’m passionate about, I’m much happier in support roles than at the front of projects. So I left UCLA with lots of skills but no piece of paper (or, rather with only one of the two pieces of paper I originally intended to leave with). I’m still working on figuring out exactly what I want to be when I grow up but somewhere along the way I realized that the more important question is about who I want to be when I grow up. I’m still working on that, too. A lot of what I write here is about that search and about trying to figure out how my past and my future might fit together.
Meanwhile, I garden, I sew some, I cook, I argue, I think, and occasionally I write. Once upon a time I thought of myself first and foremost as a poet. As such it breaks my heart to admit that in a typical year I can count the number of poems I write on two hands (and, I’m afraid, I could count the good ones even handless). Still, occasionally I get that glint in my eye and grab desperately for a pen and a piece of paper. Perhaps someday I will be able to easily claim that intimate relationship with words I once felt like I had.
There have been people in the past with whom I have become totally enthralled based entirely on their words on a screen. I’m not too proud to confess that sometimes I hope that I might inspire that same interest in someone. Mainly, though, I write because once upon a time it was a compulsion and I liked that and want to reclaim it.