Hi there,

I’m Karyn and I’d like to take a moment to explain a little about myself and how this blog was born.

First and foremost, I’m a mom to a really cool eleven year old boy. Many of the moments that I find myself writing about center around him and his absolutely hysterical antics. I’m also the wife of a professional juggler, so, you know, that keeps things interesting. When I’m not home, I’m teaching English to eighth graders. Yes, that’s right. I actually choose to spend my days with thirteen and fourteen year olds and I can’t imagine doing anything else. I absolutely love my job.

My interests outside of my family and career center around quality time spent with the dearest friends a girl could ask for, a new found passion for running, the Boston Red Sox, and reading. You notice that I did not include cooking, crafting or camping among the things that I love to do. There’s a reason for that…I detest them.

Seven years ago, I didn’t know what Facebook was, but because I needed to plan my 20th class reunion, and Facebook seemed to be the easiest way to reconnect and track people down, I joined. At the time I vowed that I’d sign up, get the reunion organized, and then I’d close my account. After all, I had far better things to be doing with my time than finding out what people’s pets were up to or what they were having for dinner.

Fast forward five years and I’m a Facebook junkie. I’m not necessarily proud of it, but there it is. While I don’t enjoy taking quizzes that tell me what kind of flower, snowflake, beer, Western European country, Sesame Street character, or perhaps my favorite, what kind of dog I was in a former life, I do find myself really looking forward to keeping up with new friends and old, and enjoying  pictures of friends and family that I don’t get to see very often. Also, as it turns out, I love to write (and write and write and write) about some of the ridiculous events that happen in my life on a daily basis. It was about two years ago when people started telling me that they thought I should write a blog (whether it was because my Facebook posts were too long or they thought people other than just my family and friends would enjoy the stories, I’m still not sure). When many of my Facebook posts started reaching the 1,000 word count, I decided that yes, perhaps it was time to create a blog. After a lot of encouragement from people that I love, admire and respect, some of whom are bloggers themselves, I’ve decided to give this blogging thing a try.

When I began researching the world of blogging, I came across some wonderful sites full of advice on health, fashion and running. They included great do it yourself tips and recipes, and they often contained very heartfelt and inspirational messages. Much to my despair, I cannot offer any of those things in my blog. Since I’m a self proclaimed whoopie pie addict, the last thing I should be delving out is advice on nutrition. And since I’ve had exactly five students over the years tell me that I should go on TLC’s What Not to Wear (one actually submitted an application to the show!) I’m going to go ahead and guess I probably shouldn’t share tips on fashion either. Finally, seeing as I came in 14 seconds BEHIND a man wearing a plaid shirt, jeans with a leather belt, and sandals with socks when I ran my first race, any running advice that I might have to offer could be considered sketchy at best.

No, the stories that I will be sharing are simply about all that is bizarre, ironic, ridiculous, joyful and sometimes even painful in my life. I’ll be sharing stories about my son (which will more often than not illustrate my parenting fails), some of my running trials and tribulations, musings about my mom and my brother, both of whom I just absolutely worship, and finally, even though I lost him both too soon and very unexpectedly three years ago, I will share many humorous memories of my dad. Though no amount of writing could ever truly bring him to life, I find that writing about him is very therapeutic.

There was a time in my life not too long ago when I used to eat my feelings. As a result, I was very unhealthy, pretty lethargic most of the time, and just simply not much fun to be around. These days I choose to run and write my feelings. Making those changes has resulted in a much healthier, happier, and far more energetic me. Thanks for joining me as I begin yet another new chapter in my life. If you have any questions, or would like to contact me for any reason, feel free to email me at klsf9271@gmail.com.

My name is Karyn Field and these are my experiences…….