Forgot to tell you is how I start most of my conversations, which means either my memory is horrible — it is — or I have an overwhelming collection of thoughts in my head, swirling around faster than a margarita machine, that I want to remember to share.
On Forgot to tell you, you’ll read about my two sons, who, even though I redesigned their bedrooms, still went away to college; my niece who is my pretend daughter; various friends; Natty the cat; my significant other, a super-dad with four sons, which makes us an all-male (plus one female) Brady Bunch; and random events that I’m either involved in, or somehow cause.
I’m a freelance writer and the author of five books about working from home. I’m also a co-author of the book Feisty After 45. For years I’ve written about home office life on my site, Working Naked, but decided to expand my writing to include my family (lucky them) and my life outside of my four home office walls.
I start most days by working out in my extensive home gym. And by extensive, I mean a treadmill and three hand weights (I lost one in a move). When I’m not stretching and sweating to outdated exercise videos, including one with a woman wearing leg warmers and a headband, I write humor posts and articles for various websites, and try to figure out how my younger son convinced me, a dog lover, to be the primary caregiver to a feral cat.
For the past 30 years I’ve lived in Texas. I still don’t own a pair of cowboy boots, but occasionally I’ll throw out a few “y’alls” and a “fixin’ to” to prove to others how well I’ve adjusted to moving from the Midwest to the Southwest.
I (almost) forgot to tell you…I’m glad you’re here!