Thanks for coming
I’m Bev
You know those smart, thoughtful, women who have a clear idea of what they want from life and are taking deliberate steps toward making it happen. Well, that’s not me.
My life has been the unfurling of a series of random events that have led me here. I always feel like a foreigner wherever I am. I resist anyone telling me what to do. And meals – talking and eating together – are as close as I get to religion.
This blog is a way to make sense of my life in retrospect. It’s an accountability to my history. It’s to tell my own imperfect story without the filter of assumptions and stereotypes that don’t acknowledge its existence. It’s an old-fashioned blog – from the days when you read to look over someone’s shoulder and catch a glimpse of the person writing it.
I’m 66. I’m a mother of two. My son was born to my best friend, Sally Mavor, who died of cancer. I adopted him while she was still around and he was twelve. He’s my favourite son. And I have a daughter. She’s my most favourite daughter. And seven grandchildren, three step-children, and a step-grand-daughter. All of them favourites.
Work is full-time consulting and writing with my partner (that part of my life lives here). But I spend too much time worrying about who I am. And I overshare when I talk.
I’m happy to connect, but not about work. Write to me here – btrayner @ mac . c**. Or leave me a message about things I should read – books or blogs.
Peace!
