So I’m this writer, right, who has this blog. And I have this blog because THE WORLD IS FULL OF DANGEROUS CUTE.
Seriously. You squee at a puppy crossing the street and suddenly you’ve run your car into the bus stop shelter on the corner. Or you see someone post a baby panda livestream and then you are stuck on brainmode “OMG PANDACAM” for the rest of the week. Job deadlines? TOAST.
Anyway. This life is too short for long introductions. (Too Late!*) That’s me, right there, enjoying Christmas lights in Houston. Don’t assume my gender by how I look – every gender kinda applies.
I have a few jobs, all of which involve the coming up of ideas and finding out if people like them. I write stuff. A lot of stuff. I also do that thing that is called “innovation” in business circles but what is really “creative problem solving” in parenting and other actually useful endeavors.
I have have a wonderful spouse named Jon and four personality-filled animals, two dogs and two cats. (Bonus – Jon doesn’t require bathroom maintenance. Most of the time.) We live in Philadelphia, which I adore more every day. We got here via Houston via NYC – I lived most of my life in NYC, a city I have been in wild mad love with since 1988. I am also a bit too old for this, but I would never consider it shit.*
* Side note: I am a latent (not former) goth, proud 80s child, and movie fanatic. You will find I sling quotes like a Monty Python addict. (Semi-rhyme not intended. I rhyme… poorly.) But I promise I’m not like the “Ready Player” books. “Too Late!” courtesy of the movie Clue, “too old for this…. shit” reference courtesy of Lethal Weapon, and my parenthetical “poorly” comment courtesy of the movie Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.