I’m 50. I live on an island in the Puget Sound part of the Pacific Northwest, where I am very, very happily married to my husband. I have kids and pets. I like coffee, wine, potato salad, and lasagna. I’ve been through a bit this year. Between being menopausal and working through grief, I’m a cranky witch, though my husband says he doesn’t think I’m cranky. Bless.
In my not-so-spare time, I work at a part-time home-based day job (no, my day job is not blogging), visit my mom (who lives five minutes away), spend time adoring my husband by whining at him, harassing him, and generally teasing him until he is at his wit’s end, often with womanly death glares. (I love him, really.) I also am raising three girls — It’s true! — One of them is at uni, majoring in aerospace engineering, and I’m super proud, and uni is also super expensive, so if you feel moved to use my Paypal button, I’d be that happy and grateful because of it!
In the even less time that I have, I wish I was traveling, because that’s my favorite thing to do. I also like to direct plays. I also practice magick and work on genealogy, since Gramma always said we came from a Scottish grandmother who “had the Second Sight” and “was fey”. But then, Gramma also said that we came from pirates, and I haven’t been able to confirm that, so who the hell knows?! I also play the piano rather averagely, and, oh yeah, I also like to write.
The stories I include here are, to the best of my knowledge and faith in the folks who relate them to me, true. I might be guilty from time to time of changing names (to protect the innocent, and so that my relatives don’t get mad at me!). In these stories, I hope to include a grain of something deeper, whether it’s a laugh, a thought that keeps you up at night, a scare, a lesson…but the most important thing is that I hope you enjoy nosing around my blog.
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The Folklore Girl