at my new favorite playground, New York City
Hi. I’m Laura. And I blog here. On this blog. This blog that is sometimes neglected or completely kicking ass, depending on the day and the year. This blog that is about everything, or nothing, but mostly about the stuff in the middle. Stuff with cheese.
When I started writing here three years ago, I was a working mom of a newborn who was trying to convince herself that having a newborn wouldn’t change anything. Nope. Nothing new to see here. Everything’s just the same. See?
But then everything changed. And changed again. And one more time. And currently, I’m a constantly changing mother of one who feels likes she’s growing as fast as her almost four-year-old son. In time. In space. Inevitably.
It’s hard to describe.
And for some reason, recently, it’s been even a little more difficult. Because these days things just keep getting bigger and deeper and changier all the time. And it’s hard to define a movement while it’s happening.
Plus, then, there’s always the back story. The real story. The story where the axioms don’t combine into a direct proof. This recently hit me, as careening into the unexpected wall can do, when someone introduced me as “you know, the businessy one.”
The businessy one. Really?
The truth is, I don’t exactly know what that means, but it feels sorta boxy. Beige. Banal. Because the businessy one swam naked in oceans. She danced on tables. She never took one business class, but has screamed entire Whitman poems off the Cliffs of Dover. She’s served in an industrial kitchen for two summers and on a federal jury for nine months. She twirled fire batons. She sang a drunken Monkees duet onstage with Allan Williams at the Cavern Club, for Chrissakes. Daydream believer. And the businessy one.
And I bring all this up because you’ll get it. Because, of course, we all have a back story. And it’s made up of the details we pick up as we go.
This blog is about all that. Plus, you know, other things. Things I run across, people I run into, ideas that run past me while I’m running full tilt into the present tense. These are the notes I take along the way.
It’s sort of like a grocery list. Only with life. And cheese. Always with cheese. But now with less tagline. Because the cheese no longer stands alone.
It’s a new Queso. With more Habenero, and less Velveeta. And I mean business.