Journal Archives
On My Nightstand

When You Are Engulfed in Flames

When You Are Engulfed
in Flames,
by David Sedaris

Hold Tight

Hold Tight,
by Harlan Coben

Yes, You're Pregnant..

Yes, You're Pregnant, but
What About Me?,
by Kevin Nealon

Independents Day

Independents Day,
by Lou Dobbs

Ending Your Day Right

Ending Your Day Right,
by Joyce Meyer

Down East Magazine

And my monthly copy of
Down East Magazine

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About Me

For now, I live in Indianapolis, Indiana with my 18-year-old son, Austin, and my 12-year-old beagle mix, Sabrina. I say "for now" because my son leaves for Bloomington on August 27th. And the dog, well, she's had one foot out the door since the day we got her (a beagle thing).Don't hate

We have lived here since 2002, having moved from Mississippi, outside of Memphis, Tennessee, where we lived for three years. Prior to that, we lived in and around Atlanta, Georgia, which is where I grew up. Or should have.

Not really me, though similar waistlineI’ve thought about how to define myself for this “About Me” page. I keep returning to the “depends on whom you ask” answer. Despite knocking on the door of my mid-forties (when a gal should certainly know herself), I am a chameleon. I think it is the adult adaptation to being an invisible child. We invisibles spend most of our lives trying to please others, causing no trouble, avoiding attention, and hoping everyone will like us, and, thus can spend lifetimes never learning who we truly are.

While I like to think of myself as independent, strong-willed (the good kind, of course), kind-hearted, loyal, honest, organized, dependable, helpful, occasionally funny and relatively intelligent, I’m not sure how many people would come up with those adjectives if asked about me. Because I can also be legalistic, judgmental, moody and downright immature. Those, unfortunately, might stick in one's recollection.

Definitions of me would especially depend on the category of those interviewed: work colleagues, bosses, customers, friends, family, ex-husbands, people I knew in my twenties, people I knew in my thirties, people I know now, etc. I suppose this is the case for all of us, but for invisibles, I think the variances are more significant to compensate for our constant self-corrections.

I’m sure I’ll discuss my personal experiences with this in my posts. And then, if you can indeed see me, you can define me, too! In the meantime, we’ll just go with that kind-hearted, intelligent, funny stuff I mentioned before.

Thank you so much for stopping by!

--Karen