Like many bloggers do, I am tempted to start by saying “I am a mother of a wonderful daughter” or “I am the wife of a seriously awesome guy” or “I am an attorney/writer”. While all of those things are true, they would also initially define me through someone or something outside of myself. Yet, I certainly existed well before I became any of those things, and so I have a hard time with that kind of introduction, especially now that I am forty years old.
So what about me? Me.
I was born in 1974, and I grew up in a few places (Ohio, upstate New York and northern Massachusetts) during my childhood. Although I have fond memories of my childhood homes, I don’t feel particularly tied to any one of them. My parents got divorced when I was in college, and I have one brother who’s younger than me.
What I am: observer, ponderer, atheist, introvert, bibliophile, impatient, too serious, light sleeper, insomniac, writer, photographer, urban agriculture enthusiast, gardener, Capricorn, thank you note writer, aspiring minimalist, and embarrassed owner of one helluva messy sock drawer.
Oh, about that writer thing. It’s still very much nascent, but I’ve had a few pieces published already, including at NYT’s Motherlode, Literary Mama, and Mamalode. Wearing my professional/attorney hat, I am also a regular contributor at Modern Farmer magazine where I answer legal questions about agriculture.
Since 1998, I’ve lived just 5 miles south of Boston. This is the place that finally feels like home. And now, I have a small family of my own. It’s just my husband, my daughter and me, and we live in a small house that suits us just fine. If I could invite any six people (living or dead) to dinner, I’d set a place at our tiny table for Alice Waters, Wendell Berry, Henry David Thoreau, Steve Martin, Michael Moore and Bill Maher. Conservation, comedy and controversy all breaking bread together. Brilliant.
But about my little M. She’s a Virgo, born in 2007. She will be our one and only, by choice.
Since her birth, my perpetual quests for always seeking out what’s “right” have seemingly greater consequence. If nothing else, she has tested all stances that I took before she entered the world. How is it that I can know so much and know so little at the same time? She has given me new perspectives and a new lens through which to view life’s issues, both big and small. I am following her lead to determine what really is important in life, and why.
She is my little lodestar.
Kristen M. Ploetz
Incidentally, I hope it goes without saying that whatever I write about here, in this space, is based on my own opinion or observations. More to the point, I do not speak for M or my husband when I write here, and none of my thoughts are intended to judge others.
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