So, who is this Amber Page, anyway?
That’s a darn good question, folks. And one I have a different answer to every day. The real answer is, I’m not quite sure. But I’m figuring it out, and if you read along on this blog, you’ll probably know the answer before I do.
Here’s what I do know. I’m a copywriter—an advertising writer—by trade, and a plain old writer writer by, I don’t know, compulsion? It’s just part of who I am. I’m from Motown, but I saw the Badness coming several years ago and got the heck out while I still could. These days, I live in Southern Indiana, and I like it here way more than I ever imagined I could.
I’m married, as you’ve probably figured out. And I just had my first baby. Plus, I’m mom to a whole menagerie of pets who never fail to keep life interesting.
Why should I spend some of my precious time reading this blog?
Well, unless you’re related to me, I guess you don’t have to. But I hope you will. I make no promises, but I’ll do my darnedest to be entertaining—and way less whiny than I am in real life. I can assure you that you’ll get a totally unglossified (I think I just made up a new word!) account of the realities of new motherhood and the trials and tribulations that go along with it. And hopefully a chuckle or two. Isn’t that reason enough?