About.
About Make.Believe.
Life shifts and grows. I find myself missing the movement of the tide, and feeling anxious when my landscape has changed. In epidemiologic research, a phenomenon called 'surveillance bias' exists. In short, the more you look, the more you find the thing you are looking for. I am hopeful that this phenomenon holds true for joy and uncommon beauty.
I straddle several worlds, as a physician, a wife, and costume wearing, adventure sport loving liberal shit-starter. I am optimistic that regular exploration of what envigorates, angers, soothes, saddens, disappoints, enlightens, educates, and elates me will help reconcile the obvious, and more subtle, conflicts that arise.
About me.
I'm old enough to know better, and young enough to get away with it. I live in Salt Lake City with my husband and furry black cat. He's a graphic artist, medical illustrator, and my personal superhero. The husband, not the cat. She's just a cat. I'm a physician at a local emergency department, and moved to Utah after training in Oakland, California. I see people being really nasty to each other and really nasty to themselves, and I struggle to find sweet spot between empathy and apathy.
Home is where my heart is. We live in an old bungalow that has been both a wonderful home and a royal pain in the ass. It was built in 1916, and the past owners had some interesting home repair theories, like patching the heating vents with vinyl from a car seat and the back of a microwave. Allegedly, the man who lived there backed over his first wife in the driveway, and his second wife at the cemetery while visiting his first wife's grave. While I cannot confirm these reports, I always look twice before pulling out into the street.
I enjoy trail running, rock climbing, skydiving, tunnel flying, knitting, crafting, reading, wildlife shows narrated by the British, bad ideas, and planning costume parties. I have nightmares about zombies and missing a college math class, but I am really frightened by fanatical religion, racism, and homophobia. I often talk too much and too loudly, but you'll never guess where you stand.
Oh, and if you want to fund my mini-farm, holler.