Enough About Me

My name is Joanne. I usually go by Jo, sometimes Joey. I'm older than I feel, but not as old as my kids seem to think I am. (Case in point: my son just asked me this evening whether my elementary school was in "one of those old wooden houses.")

I wear many hats--because cold and bad hair days abound--and because I'm a wife and mother of two, ages 7 and 5. I'm a recovering corporate hamster-wheeler, a sometimes runner, a sporadic freelancer, and a frequent recipe-butcherer.

This blog was born out of guilt over a blank-paged baby book. (My poor, neglected second child...) I began by chronicling the cuteness, recording the memories, finding a way to laugh about the antics that would otherwise make me cry. But over time, as seems to be my habit, I found a way to make it about me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Now I write whatever words come to mind while I wait in the carpool line--usually about faith and motherhood. I like to quote Jack Handey and Mary Oliver equally, though generally not in the same post.*

Perhaps what most defines this blog, this wordy sliver of myself, (besides my excessive use of commas, dashes and parenthesis), is a relentless self-lecturing to treasure each moment--to live as Mary Oliver exhorts:


"Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it."

To which of course Jack Handey replies, "Consider the daffodil. And while you're doing that, I'll be over here, going through your stuff."

*This post was the exception.