Thursday, October 28, 2010

In the Beginning....

When I was born, my parents (who have been known to wait for weeks after the birth of a child before naming it) took one look at me and decided that I looked like a baby robin.

Can you see the resemblance? Cute, huh?

This decision set off a series of unintended consequences. Like my frequent dreams of flying (don't tell me everyone has those--not everyone is named after a bird). Or, because of the spelling, the letters that arrived addressed to Mr. Rob (thrown away)... or the Gillette razor on my 18th birthday (works great on legs, too)... or the notice to register for Selective Service or face jail time (come and get me). Or the dreams where I was the hero, rescuing the damsel in distress. Or is that TMI?

My parents also instilled in me a love of reading and a belief that I can do whatever I want. Or was that me, telling them I could do whatever I want? Hard to remember....

The next thing I want to be is a published writer.


  1. Funny post! Good luck with your public launch!

  2. Thanks, Devoney! Your design rocks!

  3. Very cool site. Your post made me laugh. I think you should get a dream book and tell us what your dreams mean. ;)

  4. Thanks, Jenn! I was actually just thinking I'd make eye contact with your Parker before bed tonight. You know, get the inside scoop. Can you send him over?

  5. Yay! So glad your blog is finally up. Can't wait to read all your pearls of wisdom :)

  6. Thanks, Susan! (Know where I can find some really wise oysters?)