A quick perusal of my logs reveals that occasionally people actually click on this link.  Given that, I suppose I should write something that isn’t out of date.

I am, in a nutshell, a midwestern girl living in the LA area and trying to figure out life, the universe, and everything.  For a long time I was a graduate student in sociology and thought I might become an academic. But in the end I decided that, while research is something I’m passionate about, I’m much happier in support roles than at the front of projects.  So I left UCLA with lots of skills but no piece of paper (or, rather with only one of the two pieces of paper I originally intended to leave with).  I’m still working on figuring out exactly what I want to be when I grow up but somewhere along the way I realized that the more important question is about who I want to be when I grow up.  I’m still working on that, too.  A lot of what I write here is about that search and about trying to figure out how my past and my future might fit together.

Meanwhile, I garden, I sew some, I cook, I argue, I think, and occasionally I write.  Once upon a time I thought of myself first and foremost as a poet.  As such it breaks my heart to admit that in a typical year I can count the number of poems I write on two hands (and, I’m afraid, I could count the good ones even handless).  Still, occasionally I get that glint in my eye and grab desperately for a pen and a piece of paper.  Perhaps someday I will be able to easily claim that intimate relationship with words I once felt like I had.

There have been people in the past with whom I have become totally enthralled based entirely on their words on a screen.  I’m not too proud to confess that sometimes I hope that I might inspire that same interest in someone.  Mainly, though, I write because once upon a time it was a compulsion and I liked that and want to reclaim it.