My Rambling Autobiography…SOLC ’22 (23/31)

Here’s my “rambling autobiography”. This is a fun way to let people into your life while also remembering a few fun things that you may have forgotten about yourself. I am using inspiration from Slowing Down the Moments Blog. (Thanks again!) I hope these directions inspire you to create your own.

I was born in the middle of July, in the full heat, on a Tuesday after a full moon in Beckley, West Virginia. I adore a hot cup of coffee in the morning and a lingering glass of wine in the evening. I bought my first car from an old man who swore the car was in “mint” condition only to feed it more oil than gas. I snuck a pair of earrings out of a jewelry store in the mall when I was a kid and then got so scared that I returned them on the counter without saying a word. That same year, I realized that your friends can get you in a lot of trouble. I can still hear my old radio playing and the sound of my small voice, shy, calling 103.7 requesting a song only to record it on my cassette player as it played. I can still smell my old grade school- bleach, crayons, paper and cafeteria food. I loved that place. I smile when I realize we own a cat now. I never would have believed I would have moved twice in less than a year, and survived, with a teenager and preteen in tow. I remember my grandpa’s wheelchair and playing dominoes on the floor at his house during family gatherings. I am a wife and mom, daughter, sister, friend, teacher, writer, runner, reader, hiker; somewhat sitting in the “in-between” of life. I am sad sometimes and happy most. I know that without Jesus my life would be a complete wreck. I like to bake only to eat what I make, even if it isn’t great. I smile when I think about the tree I used to climb in my front yard and the many “read-a-thons” I had with my sister. My favorite place is outside-to be outside and hiking, anywhere. Sometimes I need solitude, but I also need solid friendships. I like to talk and often I ramble. I want to write a book, I think I have a few inside, we’ll see.