My Rambling Autobiography

I was born in Neenah, Wisconsin five minutes after my sister Jenny. When I was five, my family moved into what would become our beloved home for decades. Our house sat on the edge of a cul de sac where we’d spend our summer days playing kickball and riding bikes with the neighbors. My dad built a sturdy deck in the backyard and laid the brick in the driveway. Jenny and I took tap dancing lessons with Ms. Delorit who was energetic and young at heart. I let an older girl in my youth group pierce my ear with a safety pin. In high school, Jenny managed to acquire many adorable coordinating outfits in her closet, which were strictly off limits to me. For years I grew my hair long until it reached the tail end of my back. Everybody, including me, had a crush on the new, brainy physics teacher. My dad taught me how to drive a manual Honda Civic. I filled the glove compartment with Beatles cassette tapes. One day walking to English class, I saw Josh for the first time. I never saw a face I liked so much and as instantly as his. I had my first depressive episode when I was a college freshman. I fell in love with jazz music and writing poetry while sipping lattes in coffee shops. When a close friend took his life, my heart temporarily lived in my stomach. I remember driving around all night with Andy until he finally found the courage to say he liked me. I love outdoor music festivals and dancing in a crowd of people. I gave birth to a 7lb, 7oz baby boy on a Sunday afternoon in spring. Last night, I discovered something intimate about trimming Josh’s hair.

3 thoughts on “My Rambling Autobiography”

  1. As I was reading this, I was transported back to my hometown and many childhood memories. I love this style and may have to borrow it this month! Thank you for sharing!


  2. I like the way you chose to present your autobiography with the snippets from your life. It’s poetic. Sentence after sentence creates rhythm and tune, going high and low, and fast and slow. I might give it a try this month.


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