The Peach Pages

A Georgia Peach firmly entrenched in the deep South...west. I know what I know. And what I don't, I act like I do.

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Location: Tucson, Arizona, United States

Friday, June 25, 2004

What If : Work In Progress

I am often mistaken for being flat-chested. I am also often mistaken for being blonde. It just goes to show you that looks can be deceiving.

I had breast reduction surgery on January 10, 2003, following a diagnosis of mammarus gigacticus. In plainspeak, it means, "Holy freaking crap, your boobs are huge."

The decision to succumb to the surgeon's knife was made after snapping the waistband of my elastic pajamas and injuring a nipple. Awakening a few moments later from a dead faint, I announced to my husband that I would no longer accept kicking my breasts while walking as normal.

Looking at me with terror-filled eyes, he squeaked, "But I like them."

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Why I Write

It's never easy to answer the question, "Why do you write?" It's like asking a criminal why he runs when he hears sirens. You just do.

I see stories in everything I do. It's like seeing dead people, only not so creepy.

There's a story in the way my oldest son can't seem to quit getting toothpaste in his eyes when he brushes his teeth.

There's a story in the way my youngest son builds intricately designed cities out of Legos for hours and then destroys it in a matter of seconds with a rogue band of green army men.

There's a story in my baby brother, bravely marching off to war in Iraq, knowing the risks involved.

There's a story in my husband's 19-year struggle to obtain a degree while working full-time with a wife and two children at home.

And there's the story of me, the one who observes it all and puts her thoughts into words and shares it with the world.

I hope that one day, my words can inspire women to see the joys in being a wife and mother.

I also hope it can render them concious to the fact that they need to turn on the light when they use the bathroom.

I write because I have a story to tell. I pray that someone wants to read it.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

What If?

Joined a writer's support group, started by Andrea over at Unhinged.

Made a new blog (this would be it) and will use this for my writing assignments.

Now, I hope I get an A just for figuring this out.