Working mom comes up for air
You know, it’s always kind of hard introducing a new column.
It’s kind of like having to get up in front of a group of people
you’ve never met, and then you say,
”
Hey, here I am. Please like me!
”
Nevertheless, here I am doing that very thing.
Working mom comes up for air
You know, it’s always kind of hard introducing a new column. It’s kind of like having to get up in front of a group of people you’ve never met, and then you say, “Hey, here I am. Please like me!”
Nevertheless, here I am doing that very thing.
Let me introduce myself. My pen name is Kathryn McKenzie Nichols, but really, nobody calls me that in real life. I’m typically Kathy Nichols, because the other way of saying it just takes too darn long to get out.
I live in Aromas, over in the hinterlands on the border of San Benito County, and have been there a little more than 20 years. Before that, I lived in Hollister and worked for the Hollister Freelance as a reporter. A few of you may remember me from that time, if your memory is good.
Since then, I’ve written for just about every newspaper around here, most recently at the Monterey County Herald, where I worked for 10 years. I left The Herald a few years ago to attend to family concerns and to have a little more time with my two boys, who are now 18 and almost 15.
So, in short: I’ve got one ready to fly the coop and another who’s got a few years left to incubate.
I guess I am at the stage in life where a lot of other 48-year-old moms are. After 18 years of raising children, I’ve finally come up for air. And now I’m trying to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life.
Writing a column is one of those things I’ve wanted to do, and have done, at times over the past decade. So here I am, doing it again, thanks to the fine folks at The Pinnacle.
By way of introduction, here are some quick, useless facts about me:
– I’ve never had a broken bone.
– I can cross my eyes on command.
– I’ve never liked peanut butter.
– I spend way too much time reading.
– My favorite guilty pleasure: watching “American Idol.”
And that’s enough about me for now, because there will be lots more to tell through this column.
I’m envisioning it as a grab bag of sorts, with many random observations from my own life, stuff occasionally about other people’s lives, and pointing out the absurdities that happen along the way.
Here and there, there may be a few moments of illumination and rumination. Perhaps you’ll find something of value in this column; maybe you’ll just use it to line the birdcage.
But seriously, folks – the column will appear weekly, and I am looking for your comments and ideas. Hopefully we’ll get to do some interactive things as well.
I’m looking forward to hearing from you. Feel free to send me e-mails at
ou************@ya***.com
. I’ll be checking e-mails as often as I can, which is to say obsessively. That is, if I survive my older son’s extreme number of senior activities in the next few weeks.
I think I’ll definitely be out of my mind by the time he graduates.
