Where to start? My father was first-generation American (Sicilian); my mother was the descendant of a Scot who made his way to Kentucky from Nova Scotia. I've spent years trying to find out WHY . . .
(Yes, I'm aware Kentucky's a beautiful place. Bear with me when I say that half my family on both sides should, by all rights, be hanged from the family tree. My great-great-grandfather actually was hanged for murder in 1867.)
I'm the youngest of six, born in Chicago, raised there and in Phoenix. I went to college at a little Quaker institution in California, and worked for most of my life in companies in Santa Ana and Los Angeles. While I have many good memories and some good friends there, you couldn't pay me to live in California. It has nothing to do with the politics. The air is filthy, everything is overpriced, and the people can be damned unfriendly. In 2006, fed up with the insane rents and energy prices, I moved from California back to Phoenix. However, after my mother died in 2009, I found I had no reason to stay there either--so, I'm currently living in the Pacific Northwest.
I'm a liberal, solidly pro-choice; I work for a financial company. My age is somewhere between "thirty" and "who wants to know?" While my religious affiliation is Methodist, I do believe in reincarnation, I will admit to having seen ghosts, I meditate on occasion, and I've been known to have precognitive dreams from time to time. I also have an interest in Tarot. This makes me in no way a "fluffy-bunny," or a wannabe pagan. (I do occasionally dream of gods. Did I mention I'm a mythology fan?)
I will read almost anything; I've been known to read sets of encyclopediae from start to finish. I've had a lifelong obsession with Greek & Roman history and myth, with my interest in Rome centering on the mid-to-late Republic. But I'm a history geek, and I dip into Chinese, Japanese, Merovingian, Moorish, and Russian history too. Celtic myth is also a favorite of mine, and I have very little patience with authors who butcher it.
Mom, who gets mentioned quite often in the archives, and will continue to be mentioned as long as I'm alive and remember her, died December 9th, 2009, from cardiogenic shock due to heart & renal failure. She was a strong-willed, sharp-witted, outspoken woman who would give people the last penny she had, and wear the same clothes until they fell apart. "Heart of gold" didn't begin to describe her. I miss her, and I will occasionally share her with you. If you'd rather not, let me know; I can always set up a filter.
My friends are family. Newcomers, if you come in and harass me, I will, unfortunately, NOT hunt you down and beat your head in with a rusty crowbar because it's illegal. (Besides, the fun of popping bubble wrap isn't quite the same when the bubble's so . . . messy.) Troll my journal, and you'll find yourself banned, your comment frozen, and you held up like a living, drooling, submental pinata for my friends to torment. See my friendslist? It's full of intelligent, wickedly witty people. Do Not Piss Me Off.
Other than that, if you read the journal and friend me, things are good. If I read your profile and journal, and like them both, I'll friend you. Sometimes friends send me over to read your journals; I'll friend you out of the blue. If you'd rather not, no harm done. However--and this is a big however--you are probably not going to like all of my friends, and vice versa. This is the least of all tragedies to live with. Let's agree to live with it.
Finally, if you defriend me for a reason, drop me a line. If it's due to a misunderstanding, we can clear things up. If it's due to something I've specifically said or done, I understand and won't hold a grudge. If you think we just don't mesh . . . eh, yeah, I can handle that.
So. Got any chocolate? Any stories? Gossip? . . . I did mention chocolate, right?