I am a forty (plus) year old mother of two, stepmother of three, teacher to countless hundreds over my 21 years of teaching. I rise before the sun most days and then collapse from exhaustion before I actually intend to do so. I work full time as a reading specialist at a local elementary school as well as teach adjunct classes for the University of Virginia. I love to garden, read, sew, scrapbook, write poetry and run but hate to grocery shop, cook dinner, and clean toilets. I am passionate about things that I care about-to the extreme. I obsess about getting fat, getting old, losing my mental faculties, and my sexuality. I am very sentimental, compassionate, and caring. I cry when I see old people or babies, for no reason other than they touch something deep within my soul. I am very competitive and set high goals for myself and become obsessed about achieving them. I look at life and say “what’s next? what’s next?” I am nearing middle age and still am trying to “figure out what I want to be when I grow up.”
