Seeker, Jesus follower, writer, wife and mom of one pondering issues of significance, calling and transformation.
I write about OCD, motherhood, therapy, my kid, theology and anything else that crosses my mind. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, and spend lots of time during my day stressing about it. I experienced Post Partum Depression and Post Partum OCD with a vengeance after my daughter was born in 2002, and sometimes I don’t know if I’m over it yet. One of my missions in life is to tell other people about my experience so if it happens to them, they won’t feel so so alone.
I write a lot, and think that publishing will finally make me happy and fix all of my problems. I also know that I am irrational. I spend more time wondering if I am a ‘writer’ than I do getting my essays together and freaking sending them out. I probably do this so I don’t actually have to fail.
I always want to move–into a new house, new state, new job. I believe this will finally make me happy and fix all of my problems. My happiness is always just around the next corner…if I just do _________ THEN I will be happy. Again, I know that I am irrational and that this is an evil lie.
Although I like to ponder Life’s Big Questions, (and a quick look may mislead one to think me serious) I also like to wear weird hats to the library and embarrass the people I’m with by doing my most annoying Edith Bunker voice. I feel at home in front of an audience, talking about myself. Sometimes I think I’m amazing, but mostly I think I’m a colossal failure, and can’t quite get anything in my life together.
I am living in the South, but I grew up in the Northeast. The part of Pennsylvania I’m from is called “The Pennsylvania Wilds.” The Allegheny National Forest was practically in my back yard. My hometown is way more charming than it was when I was growing up, and every time I go back I can’t believe I came from such a beautiful place. It is surrounded by the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains which eventually roll right into the Appalachians. I didn’t know the sky was so big until I drove through Oklahoma.
My favorite place to find God is in the woods. Although He is everywhere, He is close, close, close to me when I hit the trail–especially by myself. Though I am an EXTREME extrovert, I crave God-solitude in the outdoors. He whispers peace to me there, and wonder. I have a collection of fossils I have found that remind me that time existed before I did here on this earth, and that reminds me of God.
I love to read, and usually have six books going at the same time that I never quite finish. I read spiritual, mystery or historical fiction, self help, theology-God books, stuff on Spiritual Formation and anything else that grabs my attention at the moment I’m in the library. I loved Jane Eyre, The Poisonwood Bible, The Grapes of Wrath, just finished The Winter of our Discontent (another Steinbeck) and am trying to read all of the classics that I should have read in high school (but didn’t on account of my crappy education…)
Of course this isn’t an exhaustive document about me. It’s more like a random collection of thoughts that came out of me while I should have been doing housework.



“I feel at home in front of an audience, talking about myself.”
You and I are so alike, save for this statement, which makes my hands and feet sweat just thinking about it. hilarious. good job on the rewrite - you’ve captured yourself so well and with such honesty! well worth shirking the responsibilities o’the day. they’ll still be there tomorrow! no worries!
Thank you very much for adding me (Necessary Therapy) to your blogroll. I’ve listed you as a “Referral” under “Literary Therapy”.
-pp
Thanks, man!
I found you! Yeah! I so enjoyed you today. You looked so precious like a little girl. Thanks so much for calling. I anticipate getting to know you better. Oh, and I just started my blogger blog. I have many of my blogs on cafemom and myspace. Trying to convert them all to one. Quite the undertaking! Looking forward to reading you :0)
So I love the blog. I love the honesty and gut wrenching sarcasm, but it also makes me so sad. I completely identify with you in respect to “I feel at home in front of an audience, talking about myself.” It’s funny, but that is one of the two times when I don’t wonder if I’ll ever “feel” like a grown up. The other, in case you’re wondering, is when I’m coaching.
But I’m sad because I feel like you and I have missed the chance of an EPIC friendship drinking coffee in one another’s living rooms while crunching the annoying cheetos crumbs on our floors. :o)