Thanks for coming. I mean it. I don’t know how you found me (actually, I probably do, thanks to WordPress stats), but I’m happy you’re here.
(This page is “About Becca” so I feel sort of obligated to pen a bio. Feel free to skip to the end, I probably would.)
By education, I’m a lawyer. It’s been a hot minute since I graduated, but I’ll admit, I still sometimes stand in front of my mirror and sassily announce, “Your Honor! We ALL know the truth here!” I whip my head over to my perfume bottle jury and offer a head nod and a knowing look. We all know that a good, practiced head nod and knowing look to the jury is how you win a case.
In 2008, I adopted Jax, a whirling-dervish-hilariously-energetic-tornado of a child from China. Jax has autism and some other stuff that involve a lot of therapists with a lot of letters after their names. In 2018, I adopted Johnny, a sensitive, skeptical, whip-smart teenage boy from foster care who slept with his boots on in case he needed to make a run for it. The kid’s in the Army now and killing it. These two define me, they’re my life’s work. Which is funny because these children were not on my bucket list. They just happened somehow.
I work at Generation Justice, a non-profit I helped start to fix the foster system. You might hate me for this, but I love going to work. I’m certified to teach yoga, but I don’t, I acknowledge my online shopping problem, but have little interest in a remedy, and I have dreams of playing the guitar, but learned three chords and felt like that was plenty.
And I write. Mostly, I do that right here on this site, but my words have found their way to places like Huffington Post and Scary Mommy and even in a Chicken Soup for the Soul book. It’s good for my ego.
I don’t believe in strangers. Reach out. Say hi.