1. I am an unrepentant cat lady. I have three. (And I wear a lot of black so I have lint rollers stashed everywhere, including my bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, car, and office.) I take a ridiculous number of photos of my cats, in part because my children stick their hands in front of the camera like I’m the paparazzi, and I’ve even been known to do ridiculous things like this photo below (ostensibly for the purpose of entertaining friends and family, but who are we kidding?)
2. I have visited three other continents, but I’ve never been west of the Rocky Mountains even though I would tell you I want to go to California more than anything. Hmm.
3. I’ve watched the original Star Wars movie more than one hundred times. As a child, I stole my sister’s long white nightgown to dress up as Princess Leia and I made my little brother be the commander of the Death Star. Every day for an entire summer. Also I faked sick at least once a month throughout much of high school to stay home from school and watch Star Wars. One time, I fell asleep and rolled onto the remote and recorded a basketball game over a few minutes of the movie. Which was okay because by then I had the whole thing memorized.
4. I am prone to obsessions (see #3. And #1. And #7.) Except while it’s happening, I never recognize it as an obsession and I think it’s only the very best thing EVER!
5. I recently discovered I am related to these people. And now I know exactly who to blame for my bad hair days. Also, this may explain why I wore overalls nearly every day through my 20s. (But I promise I never, ever, ever pick my teeth like that.)
6. I became a mother at the age of 21 and it saved my life. Or made my life. Or made me who I am.
7. I collaged the entire inside of my 1985 Mustang with bits of journal entries and T.S. Eliot poems and Gillian Welch song lyrics during my divorce. It was something to behold and I still miss it.
8. I frequently amuse myself by taking silly selfies. What can I say? I am easily entertained.
9. Being a therapist is my calling. Sitting in a room with one other person, being totally present with them, feels like sacred work to me. So sacred that this might be the only time I ever write anything about my work.
10. I was really scared to start a blog. But I’m glad I did.