molstersmom

Former member of a "D.I.N.K." household thrown full-throttle into motherhood on the homefront. A series of family medical episodes resulted in a swift priority shift, which sent me on a path of strange and adventurous terrain, home with the kids. Thanks to my hard working husband, I can now stay home with my two tots, two lazy felines, and one crazy dog that weighs more than all of them combined. Our daily adventures provide fantastic material (or maybe I just diffuse the chaos in my life by writing for the sake of comic relief). 

Writing has always been a hobby of mine. In a classic case of not being able to see what's right under your nose, my only constant struggle in my life has been trying to decide what I "want to do". I could never answer that "What do you want to be when you grow up?" question, partly because no exact answer ever came to mind, and partly because of my inherited Peter Pan syndrome (thanks,dad). It was never lack of interest, but rather a surplus. I guess I always feared that if I chose one path it would somehow clip my wings. So, after years in scattered fields (music, administrative, interior design, sales, graphic design, real-estate, even wedding planning) I have finally found a way to satisfy all of my interests without having to choose. I write. And I am a kick-ass mother. I am one bad mother-writer.