I’ve been called a lot of things.
A boy. (I have two older brothers and could have been mistaken for a certain daughter of Atticus Finch thanks to my Mom’s stylistic decisions regarding my hair.) But at the time, they wouldn’t let me play in Little League because despite my ability to switch hit and pitch, I was and continue to be a girl. And at the time, girls were not allowed in our Little League.
I learned to drive on the Garden State Parkway, so I have been called numerous unprintable things, too. But to round up to the highlights: I’m a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a friend, the soccer mom with track marks (thanks to my Common Variable Immunodeficiency–say that five times fast). A three-time Jeopardy! champion who told off the late, great Alex Trebek. (He was being mean. I don’t appreciate mean. Perhaps it was an off day.) I can’t even tell you how many concerts I’ve attended, but the number is pretty high (I survived Live Aid in Philly), especially when you consider how many of those shows are Springsteen, Smithereens, and Cracker shows, so I guess you could call me a fangurl.
But after my family titles, my favorite title would be author.
Nice to meet you.
Rep: Shelly Romero