Why I am here. The blog, not the existential.

I fully intend to use this community as a window into the idiosyncrasies that make up my life. Like many people, I have both wonderful and tragic pieces of myself to share and slivers of hope for my future circumstances.

I am from a broken home -though I realize that is just about the societal norm these days.  I am the daughter of two alcoholics.  The second one I never saw coming.  I was raised poor in a very wealthy school system, and my learned introvert-ism and cynicism have given rise to difficulty making friends.  My grampa was an amazing man. Probably the best I’ve ever known. He died of cancer when I was down in Florida. I never got a chance to say goodbye.

As soon as high school was over, I ran away to college and then down to Florida where I got married in my early twenties. BIG MISTAKE.  I gave it eight years and then I called it quits.

That folks, was the beginning of my midlife crisis.  By the time I was 30 years old, I thought I had everything I ever wanted. Two nice cars, a beautiful home in the Tampa suburbs, friends, money, a career and a husband. But I was miserable.  And then I lost it all.  When I moved back home to the Midwest, I had just the clothes I could fit in my car and $400 in my pocket.

I gave up everything I had because I knew there was something better out there for me.  And this is where my story begins.

I’ll spend a lot of time sharing my stories, recipes, and unpublished work with anyone who cares to join in.  The thing I love most is hearing other people’s stories.  I am amazed over and over again by what people can do when they are put to the test.  I personally don’t see the challenges I have in my life as something that defines me.  I see them rather as reflections in my beacon of hope.  We all have shit happen sometimes.  It is how we deal with it that defines us and paves our path to the future.

A final note. About my dogs: one is dubbed Houdini because she breaks out of every cage I’ve ever bought, the other fakes a Sunset-Boulevard-kind-dramatic limp when she feels like she’s not getting enough attention.


These two are the best!

Ta Ta for now,



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