About Me

This page was written by Rachael.

Hey! Hi! It’s nice to meet you.

First, I should say thanks for being here and reading my blog and, possibly, leaving comments.  Comments are great and awesome.  And secondly, I hope you feel like you’re getting to know me a little, because that’s most of the fun of reading someone’s blog; you feel like they’re part of your life even if you’ve never sat across from them at a coffee shop making silly jokes about the other people around.  (What? You don’t do that? That’s so sad.)

Unfortunately, though, there is a lot about me you probably won’t really know unless you meet me in person. There might be a lot about me you’d never find out even if you DO know me in person. I have readers who are family, readers who are friends, and readers who are total strangers (I’m talking to you, lurkers!).

I have this blog because I love the internet. I love that we’re all on it together, that it’s dynamic … fluid … ever-changing. I love its power. I love its intoxicating ability to addict me to it, for better or for worse.

I work on the internet. I play on the internet. I try to use this place to its fullest advantages, not just for me or for you, but for my kids. My job is here. This place, this internet, pays my bills. (No, this blog does not pay my bills. I had ads for a while but they really were just a waste of my space.)

I come from people who are stubborn, control-freaks, co-dependent, and who pretend a lot of the time to be people who they are not. I come from people who are kind, generous, compassionate, and hilariously funny. I have made a lot of choices in the past year that have profoundly affected the way I put myself out into the world, be it in the physical lives of my kids, friends, and family, or in the fluid and pixellated world of my internets.

I am braver than I ever have been, and harder than I ever have been. I am stronger and tougher. I don’t give my trust as easily as I used to, but I still offer to help without thinking first. I am a dreamer but I am also a hard worker. I know the value of twenty-five cents, where before I barely understood the value of a dollar. I know how long you can go without paying essential bills, and I know how to beg for more time to pay them. I know how to put my professional face forward and converse with intelligent and intellectual people, and I know how to put my pajama pants on and play board games with my kids.

I know that I don’t know everything, but I try every day to learn a little bit more.  And sometimes I make a funny mistake, and you get to read about it here.  The End.