At 43

It’s been a while since I wrote something in my own voice. While there are pieces of me that are probably best left hidden¹, I think it’s good to come up for air once in a while and say hello.

I write so much under the cover of satire that it feels like the words aren’t even mine. And yet, my name is attached to every post, for better or worse. Regular readers are in on the joke, but anyone searching my name will see all sorts of phrases that, without context, are quite wild. Homeschool Sex Machine? Should Christian Women Be Allowed to Have Butts? Sometimes I wonder if I should hide behind a fake name, but I usually arrive at this conclusion: life is short, and it’s full of pain. Laugh at every thing that you can. If people get upset because I made some jokes, that’s on them.