About Me

Why “conflict girl”? That’s simpler than it sounds. It’s not that I like conflict; I actually hate it. But true to my INFJ nature, I can almost always see both sides of everything. Being the conflict girl expresses the duality in me. (In case you can’t tell, I also really like the Myers-Briggs personality types. I think it’s more accurate than astrology, even if not any more scientific.)

I have a rare disease called leukodystrophy (initially misdiagnosed as multiple sclerosis for years); it’s progressive and incurable. I’m currently on disability but I’m determined not to let it stop me. I want to go back to graduate school but my plans are on hold. My husband of 27 years was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer so our attention is on that.

I am fascinated by how other people live and form their perspectives. I also have a surprisingly deep interest in gang stories for a white girl in the suburbs. I’m really big on reinventing myself and I live 1300 miles away from my entire extended family.

I have a somewhat complicated relationship with faith and spirituality but I definitely think there’s more out there than we can see.

I’ve pursued most of the careers I wanted to try so far, from being a barista who drank too many free lattes to being a library assistant with a ton of responsibility to spending most of the past 18 years as a writer. I’ve even taught classes to adults.

Now I really want to help people as a therapist. I’m continually trying to get better despite having a lot of challenges thrown at me. I want to help others do the same.

I’m eternally curious and never stop learning. Research is one of my favorite ways to have fun. I’m also a strong LGBTQ rights advocate because I have two transgender adult children.

I’m more driven than my health sometimes allows me to be and I tend to push past my limits on a regular basis. I’m often maddeningly stubborn. I’m very happily married to my best friend and am one of the rare people who got married at age 20 and it was a good decision.

I’m a mom of big kids, from a college freshman to early 20s. Their stories aren’t mine to tell anymore but oh, how I wish I could. They’re really great kids. I raised them to be responsible and compassionate and politically aware. So far, so good.

I have some mental health struggles too, but like the leukodystrophy, I don’t allow my challenges to define me or defeat me. I’m always looking for reasons to maintain my hope.