January 11, 2014
I am almost pure Celt, raised in a city of Norwegians, Poles and Germans, by a New England Puritanical mother, who was, herself raised in Dutch Christian Reformed Michigan and a French/Belgian/Scottish father who was told he was German. How could I possibly succeed? My whole life I was told to fit in, behave, do better, live up to my potential. That last one cracks me up, now. "Live up to my potential?" I once asked what my potential was. They called my mother, because I was being a smart-ass again.
Female, late 50's, fiber artist, widow, lover of literature, music, color, color, color, corgi owner. I am lots of other things, but I am sort of lost right now. Hoping to find myself again.