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Me at home. I mean in the car. It’s pretty much the same thing.

Twitter Version:

Mom w/2 college kids looks 4 her own voice by subjecting others 2 her observations #FollowMe #UnlessYouHateIt #ThenDontTellMe #SoEmbarrassed

(Yea… you can keep reading if you want to but this is pretty much it. Exactly.)

Literary Version:

I have been broken more times than I can count; however, through faith, the honesty of friends, reading my Bible, prayer and writing, I am starting to add layers of varnish to the broken pieces. I don’t want to be a cracked, hole-filled, so-fragile-that-if-you-breathe-on-it-it-will-break thing hiding in the deepest reaches of my being anymore. I want to be a wonderful mosaic of patterns and experiences that can be openly displayed, knocked over with a bowling ball, be picked up and still be able to function without any noticeable injury. And, that is what I intend to share with you – glimpses of God in the ordinary, etchings of my complete undoing and details about the process of my remolding.

(If you, too, have been knocked down by life but refuse to be knocked out, if you are also working on re-building your life, and wondering if we share a story, you are welcome to read my Blogging 101 Days 1 & 2 post. Go ahead. Check it out. Chances are that even if the circumstances weren’t exactly the same, the feelings were – even if I keep them hidden in my partially Vulcan (okay, German) ❤ . But read it quick! That post is going to be deleted after Blogging 101. ❤ )

Poetic Version:

What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measure destined for her soul.

~ Wallace Stevens, Sunday Morning

(I have loved poetry ever since I discovered Emily Dickinson in the set of Encyclopedias I was reading through in 3rd Grade. Yes, I did that. I also spent years reading the Dictionary as bedtime material. Don’t ask.)

“THAT Mom” Version

Me with my daughter. (Yes, she is that tall and yes, she is that sophisticated. She will graduate from college spring of 2016 with a B.A. double majoring in Communication and Theatre – with both an acting and directing emphasis. She especially loves political and social justice theatre. Have an internship idea for her? Let me know and I’ll keep an eye out for opportunities for your kid, too. 😉 )

Me with my son. (And yes I am that short and yes, he is that tall. He is also an amazing guitar shredder. Tell me about your amazing kid and I will absolutely listen before I accidentally attempt to one up you and send you a YouTube video of his band. 😉 I am also likely to brag that he has worked for a medical device R&D company since he was 16 and is going to college for mechanical engineering.)

 

Hip Hop Mom Version:

T-Sizzle, ’nuff said. Word.

(My son’s friends have been calling me T-Sizzle ever since I told them I would basically respond to anything that wasn’t obscene. In truth, I’m pretty dorky and they are metal/rocker kids. But going places with guys in Metallica and Pantera T-shirts yelling, “Yo! T-Sizzle. Can I get this?!” “Hey! T-Sizzle! Check it out!” and watching people’s reactions when a 5’3″ slightly overweight suburban mom answers? Hilarious.)

Shopping with the kids I was being silly.

 The Personal Ad Version:

Almost S WF (religious) seeks a place to express herself and figure things out on paper/screen. Enjoys reading, art, Sunday afternoon phone calls with her daughter, poetry, books, coffee shops, listening to her son practice guitar and play with his band, reading, discovering cheap but pretentious restaurants, books, going for walks (not hikes – that is too much work), reading, NaNoWriMo (yes, for the last 5 years or so, she has disappeared for the entire month of November), comedy clubs, books, movies, hanging out with her friends and family, reading, playing games, books and a whole bunch of other things she hasn’t discovered yet. Some she may even choose to explore in real life. Click ‘Follow’ and come along for the ride!

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