I hate introductions because I’m not really sure how to define myself.
There are the obvious things, like being a wife, mother, daughter and sister. But then there are the not so obvious things, like I play the oboe, I’m addicted to salt & vinegar chips, I like to sing in the shower, I like yoga & running, I am a dog person, I am gluten intolerant and I can’t put hot and cold food on the same plate. Actually, I don’t like any of the food on my plate touching, with maybe the exception of casseroles. Yeah, I don’t get it either.
I am passionate about helping women to see themselves as strong, independent, smart and beautiful no matter what their religion, cultural background, lifestyle or social standing. We are all imperfect. We are all important.
Perhaps I have trouble defining myself because it changes all the time. How do you sum up a life that includes divorce, single parenting, depression, a second marriage, a blended family, raising a teenage daughter and a pre-teen daughter, homeschooling, supporting my kids in swimming and gymnastics, and a whole lot more?
I don’t think you can with one introduction.
Which is why I write.
One flannel pant leg at a time.