By profession, a software programmer …… alright, I admit I do not quite understand what he does. What I do know is he works long hours and much of his “free time” is chipped away with maintenance of the house, yard and pool so the children and I have an enviable life. Somehow he finds the time to continue his quest for universal truths, and he will “relax” reading Krishnamurti or a book on somatic healing. Don’t get me wrong, he has his faults. (He’s a Nascar fan.) Clark has traveled and lived all over the world, and has decided the girls would benefit from settling down. What better place than a New England town among eight of his ten siblings and their families.
I am only trying to make a loving and lasting difference in the lives that touch mine. The “real world” me was born in Philadelphia and the attitude stuck despite being raised in the midwest. After many years as a working, single mom I am now taking on full-time step daughters as a SAHM. My Scandinavian and eastern European genetics have taught me to forge through life (or you freeze) and when in doubt, bake something.
Although initially despising the tag “[Evil]Stepmom”, I have decided to let the more ethereal side of me run amok with it. If nothing else, I find I am in great company. I did not attend Hogwarts or Evil Medical School, nor did any of my cohorts. We have had many “Full Moon” celebrations, vegan lasagna bake-offs, and spent way more hours than I’m willing to admit trying to tyedye using berries and the like. The two intertwine into what I am told is one Wicked stepmom.
We strive to create a peaceful and nurturing environment. We believe in organic fruit and vegetables; but also believe you can’t beat a great ice cream sundae. We do not believe in cable T.V though we do have an antenna for PBS and a few other stations. Yes, we know it exists, we just choose not to believe in it. We hope to share our passion for reading and new-found love of sailing as the children grow. Preferably, without anyone going overboard (literally, figuratively, or otherwise).
“#13”: My son. A soccer obsessed, type-A teenager with a job and school would take up an entire blog; and he most certainly has his own epic story to tell. He will remain a peripheral character for now, and known as simply “13”. He was given that number on his soccer team years ago because as an incredible defender was consequently “bad luck” for the opposing team. And as a bonus, it rather fits in with the whole theme, doesn’t it?
Two fabulous step-daughters, really, they are:
Nola (age 6), her essence is much like the annual little gala held there known as the Marti Gras.
Holly (age 8), as in Hollywood. She shines with charm and cuteness; and is convinced if we would simply take her to Hollywood, she would be instantly cast in her own show and would never have to worry about math again.
FiFi:Incubator/birth mom; named after a highly irritating, yippy poodle that once lived in my childhood neighborhood. ‘Nuf said for now.