Just the facts…
I’m an American journalist married to a guy named Ethan. We have two kids, Griffin and Ado The Tornado, and a rescued alley cat named Smokehouse even though we are at heart, dog people. My family spent the last several years traveling the world, which taught me that I’m bad at homeschooling and good at reading maps. I also learned I could do without much of the stuff I’d gotten used to having on demand–like pedicures, kitchens, and hot running water.
A Macbook Air, Nikon D-600, and iPhone make up my mobile office. I write best in the car with the kids going berserk and Ethan steady at the wheel. Travel, people profiles, and high-tech baby-making are favorite subjects–in vitro fertilization having special significance since both my kids started out in petri dishes.
Other important notes? I grew up in Cupertino, California and used to take Steve Jobs’ lunch order as a waitress–an idyllic beginning that didn’t last. My dad died of cancer when I was young and my mom, a two-time cancer survivor, died in 2013 from this terrifying disease. These losses are deeply embedded in my heart, teaching me a continuing lesson that life is best lived in the moment.
It is still somewhat strange to look in the mirror and feel that I’ve traveled so far from the news anchorwoman I used to be that part of me has disappeared–the chic, savvy, success-driven part that had always mattered. But I’m a more thoughtful person now–more forgiving or myself and others–and, on most days, a better mother and wife. So far, the trade-off seems worth it.