January 8, 2011

I’ve been thinking a lot about what I wanted my About page to actually be about. Clearly it should be about me, but what is about me that you want to know? I’m open for suggestions so feel free to ask. Until then, satisfy yourself with what I’m giving you:

“I am a writer who came from a sheltered life. A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all serious daring starts from within.” – Eudora Welty

I’d love to tell you that I had some wild and exotic upbringing – that my parents were hippies and we lived in a Volkswagen bus for the first four years of my life – but that would be a lie. However, I do think that it’s fair to call me a wanderer. I mean, I don’t roam the world on walkabout or anything but my mind is constantly traveling. No, really, it is. My mind is always out in left field making a clover necklace for one of my teammates while wearing my glove on top of my hat instead of on my hand. It always irritated me that you wore the glove on the non-dominant hand anyway. My right hand wanted to catch and throw. Catching with my left hand? Ridiculous! I’m right-handed! Can I throw better with my left hand? Of course not! I’m right-handed!

You see what I did there? I wanted to tell you simply that my mind wanders and in doing so I wandered off to a tee-ball game in 1979 when I got in trouble for making clover necklaces in left field instead of actually paying attention to the game. I also struck out playing tee-ball. You’d think a person who loves sports as much as I do could actually play them, wouldn’t you?

Still wandering…

But at least I’m funny, right?


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