This Is My Life…

As I sat down to try and write a little something about myself, I came to the realization that it’s not all that easy to do. First, I was going to start off by putting my birth date, then thought, “What if someone uses that information to steal my identity? Can they do that with just a birth date?” Then I was going to put my place of birth. Again, same question. So I’ve decided I’m just going to have to be vague and mysterious about myself and my roots. You don’t really care, do you?

Okay, so I was born in the Land of 10,000,000 Mosquitoes (a.k.a., the Land of 10,000 Lakes, a.k.a. Minnesota). I arrived in the summer, which I’m thankful for, being that I was naked at the time and Minnesota is awfully cold in the winter (a season that lasts for most of the year in this fine state). I was also born in my own house—in the bathroom. I might as well get that out of the way right now. Someone’s bound to uncover this titillating fact and spill the beans (most likely someone related to me). I have to admit that being born in a bathroom is more interesting than being born in a hospital, but I have paid a price for my unique appearance on this planet. My brother, husband, and now my sons, like to make all sorts of comments about my mother having to go to the bathroom, and then out I came, and the toilet had to catch me, just like I was a…well, you know what. Har dee har har, is all I’ve got to say to that.

So what do I like to do? I love to read. Libraries save me. I can’t imagine living in a time when they didn’t have libraries or bookstores, or even books, just stone tablets with pictures, and not even good ones, at that. I would’ve died out pretty quickly. Of course, I also like to write—have since I was a wee bairn. My childhood home still has the proof etched on its walls. I wrote, “Kris Schram is great.” Apparently I had no ego problems as a child—that came later.

I also love photography. I’m always amazed at how creative professional photographers are. I’m not that creative—not yet, anyway. But I have a lot of nice pictures of flowers.  And there aren’t enough of those in the world, right?

I like being active. I played basketball in high school and wasn’t half bad at it. My favorite plays were doing spin moves, shooting three-pointers, and mooning the crowd. Wait, maybe not that last part…I can’t recall if I ever actually did that. Probably not since I remember finishing the season without getting myself arrested.

I also like to throw tomahawks and knives (at a piece of wood, not at people—the law prevents me). In fact, we built our very own tomahawk block.

It was a proud moment for me.

My current passions involve being green (it’s not easy being green, you know), advancing literacy, banishing the stigma of mental illness, and coaching basketball. I do my best, and don’t always succeed, but I’ll keep trying. Whether it’s writing about mental health issues, mentoring a Writers’ Club at the local library, or teaching kids that they can’t run with the ball, nor should they throw it at each other’s tender parts, I’ll keep on keepin’ on. Cuz that’s how I roll, yo.

Well, that’s my life. Tune in for my blogs when you get a chance. I’ll try to keep them interesting, but no guarantees. I am a stay at home mom, you know. A delivery truck backing into our driveway, even if just by accident, is a source of entertainment for me, an experience that can be relived again and again for the rest of the day.

Keep reading, and write every chance you get!

To learn about how I became an author, watch the video below!

Proof That I Really Can Throw A Tomahawk