Teacher-Moms, on the edge…
I ‘m originally from Long Island, New York; Hicksville to be exact. I lived 6 fantastic years in Santa Cruz, CA while I was not finishing college. That’s where I mentally go whenever I need to find my happy place.
We moved from Grapevine, Texas, where I taught middle school and high school English, to Aserrí, Costa Rica. Usually I am driving my daughters from school, dance class and birthday parties waiting for my best friends, Lisa and Michelle, to pack up their families and come for a visit.
When I’m done doing those things I milk goats, make cheese and lampwork beads. The beads are made of glass not cheese. In my previous life I was a secondary English teacher with a published children’s poem under her belt and a novel in her heart. I was going to take up basket-weaving, but that is too cliche. So now I am going to blog.
My goal for Pretend To Be Nice is to have fun with my friend Michelle. I admire her mothering, her mathing, and her ability to run a house where I know I could eat off the floor. We seemed so much more alike before I expatriated. Now she runs on a treadmill at home everyday and actually ran a 5K this weekend. I had started another blog by myself last year. My goal was to write almost daily about enjoying life and improving myself mentally, physically and spiritually. I thought of a better term than self-improvement but I wrote it in my notebook at the other end of the table and I would have to get up out of my chair to get it. Obviously, that site is now defunked. Can you see why I am surprised we are friends?
Thanks for reading this. Thanks for reading, at all.
"I don't cut the ribbon at the opening of markets. I don't stand next to the mayor. Hit your baseball into my yard, and you'll never see it again." - Tom Waits
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