About Me: Autobiography Fail

I have angst about this page; the angst comes from two issues: 1) how much personal information should I divulge here? Seriously, are you that interested?, and 2) this is so unabashedly ego-centric–is that okay?  I’m an autobiographical writer and this is a struggle, ergo autobiographical writer FAIL.  In school my major was creative non-fiction and among other critiques of my writing was that I never disclosed myself, never spilled the beans, never was an open book. Autobiography FAIL.

So maybe, in the end, I’m a mystery writer.

Me:  See my inaugural post, Much Ado.  This is lazy, very lazy, of me.  I know.  I’m okay with that.

Sweet Partner: We’ve been married for 6 years.  The things that I love about him:

• he fell in love with me at a job that I barely ever showered for 
• he has a beautifully joyful smile
• he’s such a tender daddy
• he fixed the kitchen plumbing this weekend!!  Whoohoo!!
• Really, what’s sexier than a sweet daddy fixing the plumbing? 

He rocks as a husband and my friends say that he’s a great egalitarian, so, I got a good man.  But he wins the annoying contest every damn time.  Which is okay because I always win Rock Paper Scissors, a game with so much more at stake.

Evelyn:  our first child.  What can I say except that I love her more than life itself?  What can I say that hasn’t already been said about one’s child?  Except that she truly is the best kid ever.  Oh, and this, too: joy and excitement just spill out of her.

I absolutely did not see this one coming: I LOVE being a mommy. 

Asher, a cat:  Asher translates as happy in Hebrew.  We weren’t purposely trying to be ironic in naming him Asher, but he’s a very serious cat.  Asher had a very rough beginning.  He was found as a young kitten along the main fence at Ohio Reformatory for Women and he’d been attacked by another wild animal.  The inmates raised him for several months and then Asher became our pet when the ORW audit was coming and stray cats–rascally as they are–don’t belong in prison.  So I took him home with me and he has made us very happy.

Asher was also a wonderful doula (he is also known as pharmacist kitty and counselor kitty because of his knack for tender support when we’re sick or sad).  I spent the good part of a night, before Evelyn was born, on my hands and knees, swaying to ease the pain of Braxton Hicks.  Because I was pregnant and crazy, I didn’t want to wake my husband, so I was alone.  Sweet Asher was by my side the whole time and laid under my forehead when I couldn’t hold my head up anymore.