Hello from the wilderness

Yes, it is hard to believe but I am still alive. Perhaps not quite sane, but still alive. I used to have a life, a career, and a personality. Now I know the lyrics to all the Playhouse Disney programs and only change my t-shirt if the stain is of a contrasting color. I used to live in a beautiful city by the ocean, but now I live in a four bedroom colonial in New Hampshire. I was a writer and journalist, but now I am ..... Mommy. Mommy the receiver of sticky kisses and even stickier crayon notes - that's the lovely part - but also Mommy the evil disciplinarian who gets that odd throbbing vein on the side of her forehead about four o'clock most afternoons. This weekly column will chronicle my life here - the good, the bad, and the vomit. It is an exercise in good mental health - cheaper than therapy! - and a reminder that I did have a life outside of this incestuous little world of gymboree and oshkosh overalls.

Vive la Liberte!

Kim