Backstory

It has been many years since I had my own Blog. As much as I enjoy writing as an outlet, sometimes life gets in the way. Since I disappeared from the world of the web, I’ve utilized Facebook. However, I’m ready to write publicly again.

I was born on Thursday January 15th, 1976. It certainly wasn’t the Blizzard of 1978, but it did snow the day my parents brought me home. To this day neighborhood acquaintances continue to avenue stories of how everyone nearby shoveled the driveway to get me home.

My parents were 45 and 35 when I was born (my mother the younger of the duo). My father had a daughter and two sons during his first marriage. He had my sister and myself after. More specifically, I came twelve years later! Perhaps due to their ages, and where medicine was 42  years ago, they thought they were past their primes to conceive? Either way, along I came as a [pleasant] surprise.

Born and bred on Cape Cod, I was the only one of my siblings to be a Native to the area. I grew up in the town of Centerville but attended Osterville Elementary Schools due to district placement. After fifth grade I was educated in the city of Hyannis from sixth to twelfth grade, graduating from Barnstable High School in June of 1994.

My life then led me to Western Massachusetts where I attended the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. I went into college as a Journalism major, but quickly realized it wasn’t my proper avenue. it always loved to write, but for myself, not to report on news or stories of popular media. Unfortunately my school of choice didn’t offer a “Liberal Arts” major, and I began to explore my options. In addition to journalism I tried pre-law, education, and psychology. Nothing seemed to click for me until the spring semester of my Sophomore year. I took a Public Health class at the urging of a friend. And I fell in love!

Alas, this was also not a major offered as a degree program. Due to its range of possibilities it wasn’t suggested to undergraduates. However, since I appreciate a challenge, I decided to apply to the Bachelor’s Degree with Individual Concentration Program (BDIC). I was accepted and thus spent the next four semesters designing my own path: A double-major in Public Health and Education with a triple-minor in Psychology, Sociology, and Spanish.

In November of 1997, out of money and after some poor choices, I withdrew from UMASS. I moved back home. My intention was always to go back to school, to complete the degree I was seventy-two credits shy of. After all, I planned to go to Graduate School at UNC Chapel Hill and continue my quest to become a university professor and teach the subject I was so fond of.

Instead, I enrolled at Cape Cod Community College in a Certificate Program as a Certified Nurse Aid. I graduated six months later with a 4.0 GPA. I found a job in a nursing home immediately, working with Alzheimer’s patients. It was a paycheck and nothing more. It takes a strong person to do that type of work every day. I simply wasn’t the person. Instead I found a job working for the local Visiting Nurse Association (VNA). I traveled daily to people’s homes doing homemaker tasks. I enjoyed it. I saw places around the Cape I may never have found, and both the clients as well as the company made it worthwhile.

Shortly thereafter my adult life began with no turning back. I married and birthed a son, and two and a half years later my youngest came into the world. I was with the father of my kids for almost ten years, married for six. Yet, life throws curve balls and I divorced in June of 2007. Throughout these years of experiences, I learned many lessons. In this Blog, I will share my circumstances and insights.

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