In a nutshell, I was raised in the Minneapolis-area, went to undergrad in the Chicago-area, and am raising my children and learning what it means to be a grown-up human in Denver, CO. 

I studied art history and philosophy at a fancy college while officiating NCAA womens basketball for spending money, married a man ten months after meeting him and falling in love, had two babies (young women now), wrote a nominally successful mommy blog (successful in that I never lost money doing it, got some neat free stuff from time to time, and made some lovely friends), helped husband open up a coffee shop, restaurant, and cocktail bar (when the dining scene in Denver was cool), encountered massive discontent and discomfort with my life, with those around me, and ultimately myself (believe me, I tried to blame everyone else first), left my marriage, finally admitted to myself that I was powerless over alcohol, tried to heal that with another relationship, and then finally got real about emotional sobriety and recovery (I sponsor women and I have a sponsor who knows she's my sponsor) and started growing up, or at least the process of trying to do so. Oh, and I became an emergency room nurse during covid. Phew!

I've now been sober for five years, am engaged to the love of my life, and am knocked-up despite announcing for the last ten years to anyone that would listen that I was never ever ever having another baby. I'm delighted to find myself mostly over the moon about baby boy coming April 2024.

The one constant in my life (besides love and support from my parents and my tendency to make a mess of something before I learn from it) has been writing. I've kept a journal since I was in third grade and it's the only thing I have done that feels authentically expressive to me (vision boards at the end of the year and compulsively rearranging and re-decorating my home are a close second).
 
I hope you'll stick around, read some, reach out and say hello.