For 12 years I stay-at-home-momed the shit out of my kids. Now I'm completely burned out on any sort of DIY, craft project, or recipe requiring more than 10 minutes of prep and three ingredients.
I spent three years as the elementary school librarian in my small town. It was insanely amazing but required a daily shower and pants. Also I was depressingly underpaid but it fed my soul which temporarily made up for the lack of money. I saw the effects of our drastically underfunded and undervalued public school system by way of under-supported enrichment programs, under-funded passionate teachers, and zero dollars for new books which is absolutely fucking incredibly ignorant...but... I'd still be there loving my job-ish position if raising two teenagers without a real income was as fun in real life as in my dreams.
10 months ago I landed a job as a professional crap-shooter but now I have to live in Ann Arbor between 8am and 5pm. If it's slightly before or after that I'm making exaggerated sighs and thumbs-ups to assholes from behind the wheel of my 45 minute commute through some of the most ridiculously lousy drivers this side of sane.
I read more than I write, but only children's literature because my anxiety becomes overwhelming if I'm forced to think about anything violent, thriller-ish, or even mildly suspenseful. I need to know the story will end well and won't involve rape, animal/people cruelty, or children dying. My Sister's Keeper mind-fucked me for weeks.
I write a lot of stuff you'll probably never see because it's mostly fragments of thoughts neatly organized in a list of untitled drafts. Several years ago I cut my teeth writing a mildly successful blog, but the daily SEO and networking demands became really irritating so I stopped pressing PUBLISH.
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