This Weird Girl

If you think I’m too much, this blog might not be for you. I’m too loud, too honest, too moody, too fun-loving, too transparent, too energetic, too talkative, too creative, too spiritual, and my social filter is likened to a storm drain- almost everything gets through. This blog is everything too much about my thoughts. It’s entirely self-centered and scrappy. If you don’t like it, please go and find less.

I’m a musician’s daughter. A latchkey, Gen-X kid. The youngest of three and the only girl of that batch of siblings, with three more siblings added when I was older. My mom was a single mother, to whom I’m grateful for being too overwhelmed to keep track of me. I was free-range, unkempt, and too brilliant for homework. Painfully teased and bullied, but inherently resilient, there was never a dull moment in my younger years.

I tried to fit in as a teen. I did alright. Survived it, which is probably what any parent really hopes for their kids. I did the usual GenX stuff- school, activities, college, and the beginning of a career that was (joyously) sidetracked with marriage and children.

I’m almost 50 years old now and have enough content to keep ya’ll entertained for a while, with (hopefully) another 30-odd years to come. So, let’s get started!