It's true. I'm a F*CKing cliche. A mom in her forties with some time on her hands and a desire to fulfill her lifelong dream of becoming a writer.
I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing. Literally, this is my first time (actually, second, but that's for another post) launching a blog. Also, figuratively, as in I'm still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. Which is adorable when you're twenty-five, but when you're forty-something, it's both stressful and pathetic.
I plan to write what I know and about things I love. I really hope I don't embarrass myself or my kids or my family or my friends. But, honestly, who even reads blogs anymore? Definitely not me.