Who am I, anyway?

I’m the queen of my house. I reign by default. Even the dog is male. I answer to Trace, Tracey, Mom, Hey, ‘Come-ere, and Ruff.

I grew up thinking I could be anything (props to my parents).

At the age of ten I wanted to be a chef, until I realized chefs needed to work nights and weekends. Somewhere in my teens I decided I wanted to be a poet, until I realized poets rarely get paid. During college I fell in love with copywriting and thought that was the way to be a paid poet. During grad school Stu Hyatt, my copy mentor, gave me a fabulous gift- the first edition of A Few Figs From Thistles by Edna St. Vincent Millay-  with a note inside to “limit your poetic instinct unless you’re writing a poem.”  I took his advice, landed an agency copywriting job and tucked my poetic instinct…away.

Life is a circle. You need to roll with it.

I fell in love, got married, started a family, stopped working and then became a chef (at the same time I assumed the role of maid although that was never a dream of mine). Eight weeks after I stopped working I started freelance copywriting. I thought I needed to “think” (more). This whole “thinking” nonsense led me to starting an ad agency which in turn led to teaching and then, oddly enough, launching a stationery business (mid-life meltdown? perhaps).

I don’t shy away from much.

I love a good challenge. And I delight in change. I am easily sidetracked, slightly afraid of commitment and an absolute pro, PROcrastinator. All of that, and none of that, explains why I’ve spent so much time running from one thing I truly love…writing.

I’m blessed with a very good friend who urged me to start blogging. That was 2010. This is now. I’m so grateful she took the time to kick me in the butt. She made me realize that life is full of promise.

Thanks, Chica.