I’m in my mid forties. I live in Dallas, TX with my husband, two children, dog, guinea pig, and hermit crabs. The dog is Stella, the guinea pig is Sparta, and the hermit crabs do not have names. Stella is a street rescue who looks like a giant white wolf. We’re getting a second dog at some point — a Newfoundland. I like big dogs.
I graduated from Bryn Mawr College in 1990. I did not graduate Summa, Magna, or even Cum Laude, but I did win a couple of other awards (Book collecting and poetic translation), and I dated a ton which, at a women’s college, is an accomplishment.
Everyone wants to know about the cancer. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2007. I’m fine now. It’s in the past — I’m thinking of changing the focus of my cancer blog (dancewiththereaper) to blogging about death and mortality in general, because there’s more to write about.
Being a stay-at-home mom is what I want to do right now, but I have had a career in the past. I worked at a wonderful think-tanky nonprofit in Washington, DC called Independent Sector, and then I followed my husband to Manhattan and worked for the Association of Junior Leagues International for a year. I took a break from working, for the first time, wrote two terrible novels, and volunteered in the Bryn Mawr Bookshop. I again followed my husband, this time to business school and landed a job in the Office of Alumni Relations at Dartmouth as a communications person (writer) in the Development Office. I left that job to move to again follow my husband to Tokyo, where I got involved in the Local Charities Committee of the Women’s Group at the Tokyo American Club. When I was seven months pregnant with my second child, his career took him to Dallas, where we have remained for a decade.
We go to church most weekends, except when we don’t. We eat healthy food and get enough exercise and drink in moderation. I keep the house relatively clean. My kids get good grades and have nice friends. I do a good job with laundry and a bad job with ironing. From the outside, my life seems pretty perfect.
The whole reason I ever write anything is because, from the inside, my life is more interesting than it might seem from outside looking in.