About

I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them…
The Perks of Being a Wallflower

So, who am I?
I am a walking contradiction.

My name is Michelle.
Caffeine is my drug of choice.
It is literally impossible for me not to believe in God.
I prefer books to people.
It is very likely that I will never use my college degree.
Autumn is my favorite time of year.
Staying in one place makes me feel like I am suffocating.

It is nice to meet you.

Really, though? I am a work in progress.  The gap between who I am and who I want to be is pretty massive… but I am working on it. Probably just like you.

I am an urban hippie. City-dwelling runs through my veins…but so does the constant need to grow things, commune with nature and love on everyone. As a result I shove my family into a tiny one bedroom apartment in the middle of the city and then insist I am going to start a garden on the porch and grind my own flour and learn to knit.  Whatev. It works for me.  And my other half accepts me, craziness and all. It’s true. He told me so.

One day, a couple of years ago… we had this kid. He was sort of unexpected but I pretty much love him more than anything in the entire universe. That is just the way it goes, isn’t it?

Unfortunately for that crazy, wonderful, perfect little boy (who, as you can see, arrived a tad undercooked).. he found himself in the middle of a family whose life stages were all mixed up. Oops.

His Mama doesn’t know what she wants to be when she grows up. His Papa just figured it out and is now a newly minted freshmen in college.  She prefers Children’s Lit. He is a table-top gamer. She can’t spell worth crap.  He can quote the entire script for The Dark Knight. They sold their house on a whim this one time. They still laugh at fart noises. They stay up way too late. They don’t regret their piercings or tattoos (yet). They say a lot of bad words and then hold their breath and hope he won’t repeat them.

They aren’t exactly sure where they are headed; they just know they want to arrive there together.

But he loves us anyway, I think. He thinks we are pretty rad… for now.  We are in this thing together.

Sometimes, I feel too old for all of this. Sometimes, I feel too young. Every once in a while it feels just right… and I eat it all up.

In conclusion, I am a Weird Bird. Read Shel Silverstein… okay?

Welcome.