Started in 2006, has gone on way too long. Most of it’s been deleted. Because I was really embarrassing in my teens.
I’ve got lots of stories about postpartum preeclampsia and depression and second marriages and failed Pinterest projects.
Maybe sometime I’ll tell you the story about how the first thing with my married name on it was my grave.
Or maybe not.
You should totally keep reading to see, though. I get chatty with wine.