149953_885775561640_7613205_nI am long, tangled blonde hair with roots that show. I am broken fingernails and cracked knuckles and my father’s eyes and my mother’s smile and lip tugging when I’m nervous.

My brownies are to die for.

I pen monthly letters to my grandmother, but rarely make time to visit.

I am my little brother’s favorite person.

I once won a sack-the-pig competition at a western Kentucky fair. The prize was cotton candy.

I can’t balance my check book, but I will always beat you at Catch Phrase.

I have a bookshelf full of photo albums of prime blackmail of my siblings. The eighties were a really bad time for fashion and eye wear.

I can slaughter even the most simple of karaoke songs, breakfast is the only meal I can cook, and I know every word to every Chevy Chase movie ever made.

My best friend was an 80-something-year-old man who used to teach me life lessons over cupcakes.

One of the great mysteries of life is why the DMV continues to renew my driver’s license.

I wish I had a Husky—not because I particularly want a dog but because there’s nothing I love more than a pair of pretty blue eyes.

My husband is a chronic hobbyist and the best person I’ve ever known. If it wasn’t for him, I’d have $400 flatware and store sweaters in my oven. Oh, and a really boring life.

My skin gets pink when the sun shines, I always eat the middle bite of peanut butter and jelly sandwich first, and I will never, not ever pierce my belly button.

I am absolutely terrified that I’m going to screw up—at life, at love, at marriage and all of the most important things.

My narratives are rich, my supporting cast is colorful; and if I were to be a typeface, it would be bold.




2 thoughts on “About

  1. Blair, we have met at the golf store; I work with Elliot. Elliot forwarded you blog site to me and I am thankful. I wish you both the very best and your words amaze me. God Bless.

  2. I really loved the post TAKE MY HAND, TAKE MY WHOLE LIFE TOO. I felt it was an excellent piece of work and am working on my own writing so that I can express what I feel but not have the work bogged down in emotion in words but in metaphors, etc. Thank you for your great gift.

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