Dear lovely readers,
This is where I’m supposed to tell you about myself. I thought I was already doing that by over sharing on this blog, but apparently, that just isn’t enough for some people.
So, here we go. My name is Stephanie. I am an inconsistent perfectionist, writer of rubbish, mother of three, and wife of one. I like words and suspect I might like sanity, but really have no way of knowing. I can be reasonable, but not often. If you find brutal honesty, foul language, or bathroom humor offensive, you should get out while you still can, cause I think I’m contagious.
I’ve been published on The Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, BLUNTmoms, The Indie Chicks, in the anthology Surviving Mental Illness Through Humor, the anthology Adventures in Potty Training coming out this fall, and have a poem in The Reverie Magazine coming out in October for FREE on Kindle. You can find me on Facebook and Twitter.
P.S. When I started this blog I was using an assumed name. Instead of making me feel like a superhero, it was just a giant pain in the ass. So now I’m out of the blog-closet, but rather than go back and change every post, I’m just going to tell you now that this blog is chock full of lies and multiple personalities. You’re welcome.