Welcome to my blog, where I write with my hair down!
No, it’s not a disco, but I do love to dance. In fact, I danced in many regional companies over the years. My favorite part was when I danced as “The Wind” in the The Tempest. I got so into my part, I blew off the stage and fell into a patron’s lap. Well, I made that last part up. I did fall off the stage though. Luckily, it was only a foot off the ground.
I grew up in Southern California in a large family of six kids in a noisy household with lots of music, listening to anything and everything from Duke Ellington to Led Zeppelin. Living with the threat of earthquakes, I imagined my home town would be the epicenter of the Big One.
Now, I live in Northern California, just outside of Sacramento, with my husband and two sons. It’s not San Francisco, as I had always dreamed. It seems like a cruel joke, to be so close but not there at all. It turns out suburbia suits us just fine.
I have been told that in a past life I was a once a monk, probably living on the Italian countryside making wine. Don’t monks do that? That would explain my love of red wine, and the chance that we may have met in some previous century. If that’s the case, it’s nice to meet you again.
In addition to red wine, I’m crazy about coffee, Indian food, dance, boot camp, and of course, reading and writing.
In my blog, I will be writing some stories, anything that strikes me as relevant for the day, and hopefully, we’ll laugh along the way.
I love comments, so tell me your story. It’s great to meet you here.
Feel free to email at amyreesewrites(at)gmail(dot)com.