Taking the "Mid" out of "Midwest"

So, this stuff happened: Bring Me to the Blog


After thirty-plus years in a place I love, my family of four suddenly moved from the Midwest to the West. We traded lakes for mountains and four seasons for eternal sunshine, and I know what I'm SUPPOSED to say: "This is incredible! Everything is okay and I am super duper fine!" But guys. Change is kind of scary sometimes, and this is taking some getting used to.

In the meantime, this site has become my home, and I'm so happy you're here. It's a place for beachside chats about all sorts of things, like moving and teaching and motherhood and marriage. And here's the thing about beachside chats: sometimes a few grains of sand sneak under your suit and things get gritty and a little uncomfortable, but the water is soothing and your skin is toasty warm, so you stay.

I hope you stay. Let's prove that it's okay to admit when things aren't 100% amazing 100% of the time. Let's celebrate our successes AND our messy, beautiful imperfections -- and that's coming from a Type A perfectionist, so this may take a minute. But I am on a mission to embrace change. I WILL EMBRACE IT, and I'd love for you to join me. Here we go.



I'm a high school teacher from Michigan who (reluctantly) moved across the country when I was six months pregnant. Now that I'm in California, I spend my days snuggling a toddler, dancing with a 4-year-old, and wandering aimlessly around the few locations I can find without using Google Maps. Since the move, my work has been published by Writer's Digest and The Writer, and is regularly featured on The Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, BlogHer, and Mamalode, among others.

I am a frustrating mix of contradictions (and, um, neuroses): as a member of SAG-AFTRA, I relish the thrill of a film set, but the stage fright struggle is real. I'm an anxious ambivert who both yearns for alone time and profoundly misses the company of other adults. I prefer my words (and my people) genuine, with a side of humor.

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