There are five shocking truths and one lie about me. * You can guess the lie but I won’t tell you which one.
I can draw. Ever since I could hold a pencil, I excelled in art. I won child art awards including one from the Kansas City Star (newspaper). I have painted murals for churches and can still help my kids out when they’re required to draw anything for homework. Sometimes I wish I went to an art school after high school.
I was on an airplane on 9/11. I flew from Los Angeles to Kansas City during the early morning hours of 9/11. The only reason I flew on this day was because my flight was delayed. I was supposed to land on September 10th. The planes of 9/11 were on their way to Los Angeles.
I almost flunked out of college. Freedom, not being book smart, and using whiskey to overcome shyness in college equals failing grades. If I never met Scott, I may not have graduated from K-State. I turned my grades around after I met him and ended up with a 3.2 grade average.
We got pregnant with both Emma and Kate within one month of going off the pill. Scott and I never got to “try” for a baby. I don’t know what to say other than I was young and fertile. This fact scares me so much that I’m good at taking my birth control pill at the same time every day – even as I near the “advanced maternal age.”
While in college, Playboy magazine asked me to be in their Big 12 college issue. I told them no because I didn’t know whether it would hurt my future career. The only reason I considered saying yes was because it would be a good story to tell my future grandkids after I was wrinkly and sagging.
I have depression. When I was diagnosed with depression I wasn’t “sad.” But I was sleeping a lot – so much I would fall asleep in grocery store parking lots or in the garage after I dropped the kids off at school. I am on medication and I speak to a therapist. I am better but she recently told me I have imposter syndrome, which is common with writers.