I grew up in Texas, where it gets very hot. The asphalt melts now and then, on the hottest days. When I’d walk home from kindergarten, I always tried to rescue the pillbugs who were stranded on the street or the blistering sidewalk, moving them into the cool(er) grass. Eventually I started imagining them saying, as I approached, “Here she comes, our benevolent queen!” in their little high-pitched voices.
A couple of points. Yes, I used the word benevolent when I was 5. And yes, I still think of myself as queen of the pillbugs.
Welcome to my palace.
part-time residents of the palace:
- Katie, my oldest beloved daughter, born in 1982 and living in Austin with her husband Trey. In October 2012 they lost their beautiful daughter Grace, at birth. Their son Oliver was born in March 2014 and he is maybe the most-loved child in the whole world. Beautiful Lucy was born in September 2016 and we’re all smitten.
- Marnie, my 2nd beloved daughter, born in 1985 and living in Chicago with her husband Tom. Marnie is an accomplished artist; you can read her professional news here, at Monkey-Rope Press. Their darling son Ilan was born in March 2016, and he is adored by all.
- Will, my beloved son, born in 1987 and living in New York City. Will always beat me at Scrabble, and that killed me. He has estranged himself from our family for so many years, and many days the ongoing loss is more than I can bear. Other days I can bear it as long as I don’t linger in the pain, but it’s always there. Always. I miss him terribly.
- And frequent visitors to the palace: My made-up family, Sherlock and Peggy, my brother and sister in life (Sherlock and I met in graduate school in 1998 and Peggy is his beautiful wife); Dixie and Karl, my dearest, kindest family; and Don, my made-up Jewish father. Precious friends Craig in New York, and Lynn and Anne and Cindy and Deb in Austin, and so many others I am dizzy. Nancy, my boon companion and quirt-wielder, can’t imagine my life without her at all. Depending on the content, sometimes I say their names and sometimes I just say “friend” or “loved one,” because they didn’t sign up for public life like I did when I accepted the crown.
- It’s important to maintain my husband’s privacy, so I frequently frame stories in a way that keeps him tucked away, and I’m most likely just to mention “my husband,” but he’s nearly always present in them.
25 “I am”s, in no particular order:
- I am a 58-year-old mother (x3), grandmother (x4), wife (x1), and friend (xso-many).
- I am a social psychologist; I received my PhD in 2003, from the University of Texas at Austin, after starting college at age 36.
- I am an old-timey Texan, by which I mean I have a thick north Texas accent and my people have been here a long time. Plus, ancestry = Native American (Chickasaw) on one side and German on the other. That, my friend, is Texan.
- I am a freelance editor (for now).
- I am called Pete by many who love me, and it’s my grandmother name. My own grandfather, Big Daddy, called me Pete when I was a child and the name always signifies love to me. I love closing the circle by having my grandchildren call me Pete.
- I am inordinately fond of the Oxford comma, the semicolon, and parenthetical asides, and will get into it with you given half a chance. But I am not a grammar Nazi. I only do that if you pay me.
- I am writing two memoirs.
- I am a specialist in being happy. It’s my temperament, I have always been this way. It’s fundamentally who I am, lucky me. There’s a funny story about it in this post, about halfway down the page.
- I am a tattooed person, with tattoos the length of my spine and covering the outside of my right calf. I love my tattoos and wish I had more.
- I am a world traveler — Vietnam (x4), India, Laos (x3), Cambodia (x2), Thailand (x2), Myanmar, southern China, Borneo, Indonesia (Bali (x2), Java, Lombok, Roti), Sri Lanka, Croatia, Turkey, Peru, Colombia, Netherlands (x2), France (x2), Scotland, England, Ireland, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Honduras (x2), Greece, Mexico (x3), and Canada for good measure. (Plus 46 out of the 50 states.)
- I am a baker of delicious things.
- I am a professional reader, a serious reader. Seriously. With seriosity and seriousishness. Friend me on Goodreads!
- I am a photographer (and right here on Instagram).
- I am a consumer of good poetry, but not a writer of it. A poetry group meets monthly at my place, for the last four years, and it’s routinely my favorite night of the month.
- I am intelligent and well-read and will love to talk about books with you. Or good movies. Or philosophy. Or why people do what they do. Whatever. Just no small talk, please, it makes me feel frantic.
- I am from a deeply ignorant and terribly destructive background — I left as fast as I could, though of course I left with some suitcases filled with crap I’m still working to get rid of. I’m down to a small coin purse of it by now. Sometimes the coin purse bulges in my pocket and makes my back hurt.
- I am rootless, geographically, having moved 81 times. I’m very rooted, people-wise.
I am a big fan of sweet food — I’ve never met a sweet I couldn’t love right off the bat, or find a quick way to love. It doesn’t matter if it’s a “good” sweet or a “bad” sweet (come to Mama, cherry Pop-Tarts and Peeps [peeps!!]). I’m widely known for my love of donuts.
- I am a person who knows about suffering.
- I am in love with the whole thing, top to bottom and side to side.
- I am tall but shrinking. Hello, aging. I’m finally learning just to be tall. Thank you, Cindy.
- I am a writer. It’s how I understand the world and myself.
- I am big inside.
- I am damn glad to be here.
- I am a person who will find something in common with you within the first several minutes of meeting you.
Not an “I am” but part of who I am. Mindfulness and yoga made a huge improvement in my life, and I’ll be glad to get you started. Just email me.