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I’m a storyteller. I like to tell stories. And I wrote a book full of stories.

I'm also a writer. I always wanted to be a writer, except for when I wanted to be a doctor or an astronaut. But I became a writer, writing everything longhand—before the digital age—as evidenced by the permanent flat spot and cracked nail on my right ring finger fingernail. I thought I wanted to be a reporter, so I got a degree in journalism from Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo. After graduation when I couldn't find a job writing for a newspaper, I became a graphic designer and flirted with communications until it became my thing, communications and graphic design, that is. I also became a blogger after I read a story on a someone’s personal web page in the late 1990s titled, “Operation Hang it Up,” about two bloggers who met up in the parking lot of a Denny's in Northern California and took a nine-hour road trip to hang up a payphone on a deserted road in the middle of the Mojave Desert.  I thought to myself, I can do that. (The writing part, not the other thing. They already hung up the phone. It was on the hook.)

Any evidence of my early blogs are long gone, thankgoodness. I can't even remember what the name of my first blog was, but like this blog, it was mostly about real life and something I found terribly amusing like the time the blue Slurpee machine at 7-11 blew up in my face. Yeah, good times.

I started my Confessions blog in 2008 just about the same time I joined Facebook and abandoned my MySpace page—which is still up, I checked.

if you read my book or my blog, you know i’m pretty much an open book. go ahead, ask me anything…i love to tell stories.

But just in case you’ve not read anything I’ve written, a little more background: I'm married to B the Rock Star—he's a music pastor—and was the first one to call me Kat. Never Kathy. Sometimes Kathryn. Sometimes it's just, "Hey, you." We've been married for nearly 25 years. We have two kids, the Girl and Monkey Boy.  We all live in an old white house in southern Michigan. There are three tomcats that live here as well and who all demand that the food bowl be filled to the top at all times. There are swift and dire consequences when that fails to occur.

My blogs can be sporadic, and they were especially so during the toddler years. By the time the Girl was in elementary school and Monkey Boy was a few years old, I found I needed an assistant to assistant me in keeping everything organized, so I hired Monkey Boy. It was a practical matter of proximity and finances. But you really do get what you pay for. Monkey Boy was not a good administrative assistant: he wrote illegibly, crowded the workspace with action figures, took too many breaks, and downloaded random games on my cell phone. On the upside, he was paid in Cheerios. As a result, I still have a backlog of blogs to post. I'll let you know when they're up.

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