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I tried to cut and paste a past bio I had written about myself for an article submission, but when I saw it here, it just fell flat.

I am me.  Read me for a few days or weeks and I think you’ll get to know me quite well.  In this Life 2.0 when so many of us are all digital it seems, sometimes I just want to be me without the Twitter, Facebook and blogging.  I sometimes even want to throw my iPhone in the ocean and see if it will sink or if it might float.

So what I really want to do is to sit across at coffee from you and tell you my story in person.  I want to tell you how I don’t want any of these days in my life to pass by too quickly.  That I already miss my three-year-old before she’s even begun school. How I sometimes forget my seven-year-old was ever a baby. That I can barely remember holding her while she slept.

I want to sit across from you in my living room at home and tell you that I cheated on my husband  9 years ago.  I want you to hear it from my own mouth and not as gossip from someone else’s.  I want you to know me now and know that I am so different than that other woman, the one who committed adultery.

I want you to hear that I’m as normal as you are and that I sometimes binge on peanut butter and bananas.  I want you to know that I have trouble making friends and I’ve always been that way.  I’m intense and I expect a lot, and because of that I’m lonely sometimes.

I’m a mother who loves her daughters with every fiber, but I yell and get frustrated about messy rooms and toothpaste all over the bathroom sink.  I want us to have a playdate so you can see me and my faulty discipline skills but that I do my best, I really do.

I want us to go out on a double date so that you can get to know my amazing husband and how different he and I are.  And maybe you will glimpse how much I truly love him.

But if we can’t have coffee or a play date because you are in South Carolina or South Dakota and I’m in Southern California, I think we can settle for this blog as a place to meet.

Keep coming back. I’ll keep writing.