I'm a writer, an internet addict, a political junkie, an SEO consultant, a gardener, a wife, and a mother. I live on the outskirts of St. Louis, Missouri. I have a degree in Comparative Literature, and have intensively studied the influence of Argentinian authors on 20th century North American science fiction. I read comic books. I watch CSPAN. I am a cat person. I adore semicolons; however, I try not to overuse them. I collect vintage cookbooks. I do not collect shoes. I am better at distance running than sprinting. If I ever had to pick a last meal, it would be a strawberry and balsamic vinaigrette salad, followed by a sandwich of fresh garden tomatoes and Lorraine Swiss cheese on home baked honey wheat bread, with peach cobbler a la mode for dessert. I prefer hardwood floors to carpet. My favorite word is periwinkle.
(But my favorite color is not periwinkle. It's cerulean.)
I've been studying search engine optimization and writing search engine optimized marketing copy for more than three years. If you're interested in learning more about my work in SEO, check out my SEO Services page, or read about my SEO philosophy.
My coverage of the 2008 presidential election for MOMocrats.com has been featured on a number of political websites, including CSPAN's Election Hub and the Huffington Post. As a MOMocrats contributing writer, I was one of a select group of bloggers credentialed to cover the 2008 Democratic National Convention.
I started my personal blog, The State of Discontent, in 2005, initially as an outlet to write about my frustrations as the parent of a child with a medical condition I did not, at the time, fully understand.
My son has Sensory Processing Disorder. This means that he tastes, smells, hears, sees and feels things in ways that most other people don't. It means he notices things that others ignore, and is fascinated by sensations and experiences many take for granted. It also means that he used to be overwhelmed terrified by certain commonplace things, like the sound of vacuum cleaners, the sensation of sliding down a playground slide, and the texture of most solid foods.
When I found out that my child was faced with the enormous challenge of learning how to live in a world that would always, for him, be too loud, too fast, too scratchy, too sticky, too spicy, too soft, too hard, too cold and too hot, I decided to find a way to work from home so that I could stay near him, and try to learn myself how to help him learn to cope with his exceptional senses. He's become positively brilliant at coping over the past few years. Most who meet him now have no idea that he is incapable of not hearing the vent blowing in a back of a room, or unable to not feel the imprint of the tag in his shirt on the skin of his back. I've written a lot, on my personal blog, about his journey through the sensory spectrum, and mine as his parent. I hope that my writing has helped some other families who are walking the same road.