10 things you don’t know about me
thanks to Harper Thorpe, Dennett, and Selma for tagging me, I’m writing this… probably against my better judgement
I’m not sure how this “10 things” got started. I’ve read several very interesting ones but I’m afraid I’m not all that interesting. So it’s taken me forever to put my words to paper. I’ve made procrastination into a fine art.
ONE: I was once a child.
I was born in Mt. Vernon, NY but was moved very shortly thereafter to New Jersey when my father sold my grandpa Joe’s very lucrative diamond business he inherited from his father. My grandpa, a well-known character in the field of diamonds throughout the world, died suddenly at 50. My father, despite his degrees in business and philosophy from New York University, decided to leave it all behind to become a chicken farmer. Yes. You read that correctly.
So I was swept away from a potentially sophisticated, interesting life that, I was later told by my grandma Bessie, would have been filled with international intrigue and jewels (all true), to become a farm girl. I grew up feeding chickens, collecting eggs, digging, planting, gathering. I knew very little else for years.
