I am a daughter.
I am a sister.
I never wanted to be a mother – until I did.
I wasn’t a very good wife, until I married the right husband.
I’ve always been most comfortable being a friend.
I also think I make a pretty good Aunt.
I am a decent Pilates teacher.
I am not a cook, but I can bake.
I can’t sing or play an instrument, but I love music and need to hear some every day.
I am chocolate and cats and pink roses and warm socks.
I love watches and clocks but rarely get anywhere on time.
I am not the cold, or the wet. I would not survive the Pacific Northwest; I barely got out of the Northeast alive.
I am organized – I know where everything is.
I am curly hair that is blown dry straight.
I am eggplant parmesan with a side of pasta.
I am rock and roll, alternative and classic.
I am not morning, and never will be.
I have my mother’s hands. She has her mother’s hands.
My mother disliked her mother, resented her deeply and forgave her nothing.
I work hard not to be the same.
Sema Wray is fairly certain she will write a big fat novel some day, but for now, she is preoccupied with brevity. You can read her (exactly) 300 word blog posts at www.semawray.com.