I’m a stay at home mom in central Massachusetts. I left my federal job of 12 years when my kids were 5 and 2, for a season of “sabbatical” that I’ve stretched into a total lifestyle shift. First we adjusted to living on one income (though if you glanced at my bank account you could tell this is still a work in progress). Then, after 10 years of city living, we joined forces with my parents and bought a home in the countryside, and have spent the last year combining households, in a fun and sometimes precarious multi-generational adventure. Most recently, I’ve recommitted myself to writing regularly. Our town has a small general store that serves coffee and a killer breakfast sandwich. I write there four mornings a week while my daughter is at preschool.
Writing is my first, great love. I’ve been a poet and storyteller since the age of two, when I used to dictate poems to my mother from the bathtub. I’ve filled hundreds of journals with all kinds of writing, from angsty teenage poetry, to chapters of novels, and even reviews of our local ice cream stand. Writing is heartwork for me, a place to work things out and create meaning. It is also a habit I’ve deeply neglected. I’m hoping to build up my momentum, impose structure on my writing, direct my attempts at discipline, and get inspired to explore forms I’ve previously shied away from.
When I’m not writing, I enjoy all kinds of crafty pursuits: cooking and baking, knitting, making journals, photography. My kids inspire me to also keep a steady supply of glitter paint and ink stamps, and I can tell those potholder looms are just around the corner for us. After a summer spent hobbled by a broken foot, I’m enjoying walking the wooded conservation trails in and around Harvard, our small, bucolic town. I love to listen to NPR and hear live music with my husband, especially bluegrass and folk rock. I’m an amateur gardener and canner, and am learning both from my dad, the resident master. Because I live with little kids, I get to nap regularly.