This makes me uncomfortable. Blogging- that is. I feel exposed and everything in me wants to withdraw from this process. In fact, I have withdrawn once before (and I can’t promise it won’t happen again). I don’t find myself incredibly articulate. I do find myself interesting and funny but I’m not sure that others do. And I’m not good terrible at grammar. But I believe. I believe every individual is uniquely made and that includes me. My experiences, and complex thought process towards them, may help you through this life. If I can in anyway help you make sense out of life by writing about it, then it is worth it. To push through fear, rejection and uncomfortable to help someone else, that is the only thing in life that makes sense to me!

I’m a woman married to a man, Alex (Ellick) Thomas Fitzgerald, aka Fitz. I’m separate in being from him yet somehow we are profoundly one. Everything we build and everything we tear down, we do it together to create a story and hopefully leave proof of its existence. I’m deeply grateful.

At 19

Three children who leave proof of their existence every where they go (holla’ back at me, you moms out there!). Joseph, born Aug 2006; Zachary born Sept 2008; and Kate born Mar 2012. You’ll get to know them if you read my blogs.

Zachary, Kate, Joseph

I’m a Daughter and Sister. I’m born in the North, raised in the South. I feel no alliance just love ’em all. One older brother yet the only natural born child. My brother is a sweet heart, truly. He endearingly nicknamed me “Porky” at the impressionable age of 11. Adoption is a beautiful thing. My Mom joined the “cloud of witnesses” on Oct 2012. She deserves to be remembered and celebrated. My Dad is now a permanent fixture in our family and he is the best! Just wait, you’ll see.

Me and my brother, Tyler

My Dad, Poppy, with the kids