- All my life, I wanted to be a writer. Early on, I wanted to be the next Stephen King. Since becoming a mother, I can’t even watch horror films, let alone dream that stuff up.
- In elementary school, I wrote mysteries, moral tales, and myths. In high school, I wrote (really bad) teen romances.
- I originally decided to go to journalism school to “make a living” while my writing career took off. I ended up getting a Masters of Physical Therapy and spent over 15 years as a pediatric physical therapist. Long story.
- Sometimes, I think popcorn is a perfectly acceptable dinner.
- If I could eat one food every day of my life, it would be Maryland steamed crabs.
- I learned to play viola in middle school because I hyperventilated trying to play flute the first day of band practice.
- I took several years of classical voice lessons, and secretly fantasized about being an opera singer one day.
- I also really wanted to be a professional ballroom dancer.
- I’ve had a love affair with Spain since I was 6 years old.
- I used to be fluent in Spanish, but I’m tragically out of practice. I can get by, but I sound like a 4 year old.
- I also know some sign language, but mostly random vocabulary. Not enough to hold a conversation.
- My favorite movies of all time are Die Hard and The Princess Bride. How’s that for a study in contradictions?
- I’d love to own a purple car someday.
- I used to hate the color pink because I thought it was a sign of weakness and vulnerability. I got over it.
- I love penguins. As in, I’d probably own one if I could 🙂
- I’m an introvert.
- I was three months away from a black belt in Tae Kwon Do when I had to quit for health reasons.
- I’m a geek at heart.
- I once memorized the “Q” words that don’t have a “u,” just so I could beat my husband at Scrabble. Told you I was a geek 🙂
- I’m left handed.
- I failed cut & paste in kindergarten because I had to use right-handed scissors. Today, I couldn’t use lefty scissors if I had to.
- I’m a second-generation cake decorator.
- I throw elaborate (but economical) birthday parties for my kids.
- I broke my arm in 6th grade by falling out of bed. (Not a bunk bed, either.)
- I was once butted off a huge boulder by a billy goat. It hurt. A lot.
