There’s little I find more mundane than creating my own bio. I welcome writing them for others but when asked to submit mine for a project, I whine.
Unfortunately, it was time to tackle this bitch for eatingatme.
Taking a lesson from my development this year in reaching out for help, I texted my lifelong friend and fellow author, Alycia Ripley. Why make the badly needed refresh of my About page painful? That seemed counterproductive.
Me: “Hey mama! Would you write my bio for me? You’re the only one I trust to do it and I can’t come up with something authentic right now.”
Alycia: “Hi girl, of course.”
Alycia’s a professional. And accomplished. And cool as shit.
We’ve been friends a long time. Our mothers went to Catholic high school together, where, in turn, they enrolled Alycia and me for elementary and middle school. We went to the same all girls’ college prep academy as well. Alycia and I share much in common – we have impeccable taste in music, for example – but our strongest likeness comes from our fierce love for our mothers and family.
(Do yourself a favor and purchase Alycia’s memoir, Wind over Tide. It’s stunning.)
I’m honored that Alycia took time and care to write such a lovely piece for eatingatme. I’m humbled by her kindness; I’m over the moon about her contribution to something that was initiated by a promise I made to my mother. You can read it here.
Thank you, my red-haired rock star. You mean the world to me.