So … let me begin by saying “hello.” If you’re reading this it’s most likely because you:
- Are a huge fan of Women and Words and pop over to the site religiously to read the musings of their talented stable of writers;
- Know who I am and are being supportive because you’re cool like that;
- Are being paid by my mother (in which case, make sure she gives you cash and not a check. I’m not saying she’s untrustworthy, but …).
Regardless of why you’re here, thank you. I hope you come back every second Tuesday of the month to see what new (and likely irreverent) musing I have on life. For those of you who know me, none of what follows will come as a surprise. For those of you who don’t, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sandra Moran. I am an author whose day job is teaching anthropology at a college here in Kansas City. Though I live in an urban area, that hasn’t always been the case. Far from it, in fact. I grew up in a very small, very rural town in the middle of the Kansas prairie. I was lucky enough to be one of those last generations of kids who had the delicious freedom of riding my banana seat bike all over the place, catching lightening bugs on humid summer nights, and spending afternoons watching the clouds slide across the expanse of a pale Kansas sky. I knew early on I wanted to be either an archaeologist or a writer. Turns out, I did both. I got my undergraduate degree in newspaper journalism and worked for a couple of newspapers and a magazine before jumping to the other side of the desk and working as a political speech writer. Politics was exciting – especially when there were big political issues in the Statehouse. But I wasn’t happy. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had somehow missed out on a very vital part of myself by not pursing anthropology. So, I did what any normal person would do – I quit my job. Yes, I quit my well-paying job to go back to graduate school to study archaeology – after which I worked a series of odd jobs that included being an archaeological tour manager, a wine salesperson, and briefly, a hand model. (Yes. Seriously. I apparently had “every shopper’s hands.” I’m still not sure if that was a compliment.) Eventually, though, I found my calling as an educator. I love teaching. The interaction with the students is so much fun. I learn as much from them as I hope they do from me. Let me reiterate: I love teaching. But I still couldn’t shake that whole “writing thing.” So, four years ago, I turned my “every shopper’s hands” to writing and I haven’t looked back. My third novel will be out in April. So, by now you’re thinking … okay, this is truly fascinating, but what does this have to do with the blog title? Well, the answer is that you know me now. Well, sort of. And anyone who knows me knows that I have a tendency to start conversations with: “Okay, so three things – because there are always three.” It’s something that I learned in Journalism School and that I never forgot – that being that “stuff” (technical term) just seems to flow better in threes. And that’s why I have decided that the theme (and ongoing title) of my blog will be “Three Things … (Because There Are Always Three). Generally, I anticipate writing about the (seemingly) randomness of life. That will likely include what I’m obsessed with at the moment, some concept that I think is interesting, or just some general observations that feed into the larger whole of … life. That’s what you have to look forward to. Or not. Regardless, thanks for allowing me to introduce myself, for hopefully coming back next month and most importantly, for welcoming me to the Women and Words family. I’m honored to be here.