That would be me — I’m the mayor, CEO and head typist of Fordeville. Unless you’re looking for money.
Basically, I think life’s everyday insanity can be great writing material. Maybe you’ll agree. I can tell you this much for starters.
I don’t usually lead with this, but I’m a born and bred Jersey Girl. After a 16-year hiatus in NYC, I moved back to New Jersey in 2010. Don’t tell anyone, but the adjustment was shockingly easy, and I’m pretty much loving suburbia. Nobody was more surprised by this than me.
I’ve been married for eleven years to a fabulous guy. This photo is not really a fair representation of us, since it was taken on a rare night out without our children. So don’t let the looks of relaxation and joy throw you.
We have three kids — ages 9, 6 and 2. They are adorable but they are little terrorists too. And we pretty much figure it out as we go. This is one of a handful of photos of them in existence where nobody’s head is cut off, nobody is crying, they are all in the frame and generally looking in the right direction. And they are only (sort of) color coordinated because it was July 4. Don’t go getting any crazy ideas that I regularly make this happen.
But let’s be serious. Most days, it’s more like this — plotting their next move to take down my remaining shreds of sanity.
And this is Señor, Head Household Pet and Chief Bacon Officer of Fordeville. He snores louder than an 80 year-old man and hates me for bearing the children who have taken down what was once his kingdom. As you can see, he would like to escape. He and I trade letters sometimes — you can find them here and here.
In my previous life, I had a career in Corporate Communications and PR, but I took the express bus out of Crazytown a few years ago to stay at home with my kids. Once I was home full-time, it took a while for me to understand why my kids wouldn’t respond to the logic of a well-laid-out Power Point deck. Now I’ve resorted to Because I said so.
That covers the big stuff. We can talk about my stalking of/undying love for/secret imaginary marriage to Bono another day.
Enough about my blog. You can also find me on other sites. Because, sometimes, people have a momentary lapse in sanity and let me write for them. Like here:
- My Summer Vacation Manifesto (HuffPost Parents)
- Remember, Laundry Is a Privilege (Aiming Low)
- Stranger in a Strange Land (Scary Mommy)
- Santa, Bring Me Some Sister Wives (Mommy Shorts)
- When Annie Met Harry (BlogHer)
- This is Your Brain on Noise (HuffPost Parents)
- Third Children Are Mellow, and Other Lies People Tell (Scary Mommy)
- The United States of PSL (Scary Mommy)
- Rules for My Business Traveling Spouse (Scary Mommy)
- An Open Letter to Restoration Hardware Baby & Child (Scary Mommy)
- The Most Helpful Guide to Your Baby’s Size, Ever (Scary Mommy)
And then I was lucky enough to be in this one, too. Find out more here.
And this one!
And here is the brand new one!
And then there were those two time when BlogHer named me as a Humor Voice of the Year (2013 and 2014). How fun is that? And how crazy are they?
So that’s the story. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention my medium-to-intense social media addiction. So if you’d like to follow along on Facebook, I’m over here. If you prefer me contained to 140 characters or less (I don’t blame you), you can follow me on Twitter. For photos of the everyday madness — often out of focus — I’m on Instagram. And if you prefer me completely silent but still think I have great taste in appetizers and home decor, come see me on Pinterest. To contact me directly or to remind me to turn off the crock pot, drop an email over to fordeville05 at gmail dot com.
Thanks so much for stopping by!