Well, hello.

It’s hard to know where to start. Bios. Yuk.

I used to blog it up over on a Facebook page called Sincerely Becca. Some of you might remember it. It was sort of a lovely place, honestly, with a lovely group of people following along.  But when I made a pros and cons list of social media, the cons took it in a landslide and I deactivated my accounts (well, except Linked In, but that doesn’t really count).

For those of you who didn’t know me back in the Sincerely Becca days, I have two boys who make it into my blogs quite a bit.

My youngest is Jax, who we adopted from China in 2008, when he was almost 4. Jax was a whirling-dervish-hilariously-energetic-tornado of a child, diagnosed with autism and some other stuff that involved a lot of therapists with a lot of letters after their names for a lot of years. Jax is a teenager now and I’ll be damned if he hasn’t settled into something I often call “easy.” Jax loves airplanes, people, and proving my inner dialogue wrong when I’m concerned he can’t do something.

My oldest is Johnny. Johnny spent years in the foster system and I adopted him in 2018, when he was 17. Johnny used to sleep with his boots on in case he needed to make a run for it. If we’re being honest (and is there any other point to this?), Johnny and I don’t have a fairytale relationship. But we try really heard and will keep trying. The kid’s in the Army now and killing it. I’m proud of him.

Let’s see, what else. I’m certified to teach yoga, but I don’t. I acknowledge I have an online shopping problem, but have little interest in a remedy. And I have dreams of playing the guitar, but learned three chords and felt that was plenty.

And  sometimes I write. It’s been a while. Let’s see where this goes. I’m glad you’re here.