I am a former publishing executive who is trying to figure out how to be an unemployed empty-nester. For the first time since I was fourteen, I did not file a tax return in 2019. I have taken up various forms of exercise, sworn off heels, and read an embarrassing number of novels. I can finally indulge my passion for estate sales just as I have my house fully furnished and pretty much decorated.
Last year, while traveling for the first time to England, I wrote a daily post on Facebook highlighting the events of each day.
It proved to be popular with friends and family, so I did the same thing recapping our adventures in Colorado last summer and a mother/daughter trip to Disneyworld. I remembered that I actually love to write, and more importantly, love for my writing to be read.
When I decided to write a blog, I asked my daughter what I should call it. “Something about being awkward,” she said. Ouch. But she explained that when I wrote about how things went wrong and the funny way I managed them, that made sense. So, Tripping the Awkward Fantastic was born.
After being various versions of the working mom executive, it is a challenge to have to redefine