I fell in love with words when I was eight after reading "Salem's Lot." Good parenting, huh?
I've tinkered with writing in many capacities but am reluctant to say that I wish to be a paid writer because, like, yeah right, join the club.
Eventually, I abandoned my pursuit of an accounting degree when I realized that I HATE NUMBERS. Now I study English and creative writing. I contribute a monthly humor column for The Metropolitan Newspaper. Several of my prose pieces have been published in Arts & Literature rags.
I began blogging in 2008 to chronicle my first pregnancy, and when I miscarried soon after, my blog took a hard left from sentimental mommy humor into the world of dark humor.
I am considered an expert (by idiots) on things like pooping, self-diagnosed depression, voluntary torture (continuing education) and the discovery of myself as a sexual being after an adolescence of being taught that sex and my body were both wrong and evil.
I'm amazed I'm allowed to walk around.