Chloe’s Story, The Long Ass Version
This page explains who I am, how I got here, and how you can get to know me and join in the conversation.
Please talk to me. I cherish your comments; it makes my day when you leave one. Except if you write creepy stuff on my pantyhose threads (or anywhere else). Those you can keep to yourself.
I am a Writer.
In May 2008, after spending a decade participating on a Christian homeschool forum under the name, Chloe of the Mountain, I started The Chloe Chronicles where I could freely write the stuff that I wanted to write.
Since I began blogging I’ve undergone a tremendous transformation:
I am a Mother.
I have two grown children, Rachel and Wolfie.
Rachel, a.k.a. The Princess Sweetie Pea is my firstborn.
I wrote extensively about their courtship, but it was all erased in a tragic internet accident. You can read about it from her perspective at Another Suitor for the Princess.
After their whirlwind courtship, she married at 19. I worried that she was too young, but she’s madly in love and he’s a terrific man, so what are you gonna do?
When my son was 12 he asked me why I hadn’t named him Wolfgang Van Halen. I had to break the news to him that Valerie Bertinelli had already snagged Eddie Van Halen before he was born. I think he’s forgiven me, but the nickname Wolfie stuck.
Wolfie is a hipster living and working in San Diego. He put me through mothering hell and I credit him in large part for driving me to start this blog. Thanks kid.
I’m currently avoiding writing an e-book for parents facing their child’s drug use, so many posts from that time have been taken down for editing, but I’ve left two specific articles that I think are important. The first I wrote when I took Wolfie to San Francisco and the second is the post I wrote a few weeks later when he ran away to San Francisco.
Wolfie is now 21 and doing extremely well. We are very proud of him and his accomplishments. Someday he’s going to be a very famous musician and I’ll have to take everything off of my blog about him, so enjoy it while it lasts. I’m also betting that someday he’ll be a conservative Republican and I’ll have the last laugh.
I was a Homeschool Mom.
As a former homeschool mom who poured her heart and soul into raising her kids, I really thought I had this parenting thing down. I was so very wrong. You can find a link to my misadventures in parenting here, but two posts that I think are important are Humility and the Homeschool Mom and Viking Burial at Sea.
Also check out: First Time Obedience; Why I’m Just Not Into That.
I am a daughter.
In 2008, my mother was diagnosed with advanced colorectal cancer. She was living in Tennessee at the time. I rushed to her hospital bed only to find that she had no money, no insurance, and she owed the IRS $100,000 dollars in back taxes. I found out the extent of her tax situation when I went to her house and found a box taped shut with my name written on it that contained 10 years worth of unopened mail from the IRS. It was a special moment.
I’ve written several posts about my mother. For an overview of our complex relationship–including the story of how I was conceived on the top bunk in a Housing Project in Louisville–check out My Mother, Myself.
My mother was difficult, but she was also hilarious. When she died last year she took my best material with her.
In my attempt to remember her, I have a series on the wisdom she shared with me over the years. She was the knee-jerkiest liberal you could ever meet, but she did teach me about hickeys, the benefits of NOT being a picky eater, how to act like a civilized human being, and that poor children need ice cream, too.
I have Survived Depression
In 2004 we moved from San Diego to a 14,000 ft glacial mountain where we currently live and where I developed a serious case of Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D.). S.A.D., combined with the unexpected marriage of my daughter, my son’s agonizing rebellion, and my mother’s heartbreaking terminal illness, brought me to a place where I began to think that I didn’t want to live anymore.
I love my family and my friends. Not wanting to leave my beloved husband with the pain of that choice or my children with the legacy of that final decision, I realized that if I was going to live I was going to have to take a lot better care of myself. I wrote about my unorthodox way of coming out of depression by falling in love with Edward Cullen.
I am Loved.
I am indeed married to Jeff, the Captain of my Heart.
When he’s not following me around the house, he’s following me around the internet calling himself The Tick after his favorite Superhero.
Jeff is my Superhero, the cream in my coffee, and the cinnamon on my bun. Although sometimes I don’t think his intentions are quite so noble.
We’ve been married nearly 25 years. Our love story hasn’t yet been told here, but I will tell you that our song is Mony Mony by Billy Idol. The first thing you need to know about true love is that you don’t get to pick your song.
I am the Vagina Whisperer.
20 years ago I began my personal and professional study of Birth as a Competitive Sport.
I became a doula, apprenticed with a homebirth midwife for three years, attended nursing school, and now am employed as a labor and delivery RN. After a very short mental flirtation with the idea of having a birth blog, I came to my freaking senses. I’d prefer to have everyone think I Don’t Know Nothin’ ‘Bout Birthin’ Babies.
I am a Christian.
I sometimes write about spiritual issues as I struggle along with the ripped-up remnants of my Christian faith that I hang onto for all I’m worth. And while I’m still a Christian, I am most certainly NOT a Republican, and most definitely I’m not a Tea Partier (give me a fucking break). I do not believe that being born an American entitles me or anyone else to any special spiritual privileges.
I am a Woman.
I am not perfect. I make mistakes. I don’t do a very good job of keeping my mouth shut. Sometimes I fall down and have to pick myself up. I have learned that when you pick yourself up that’s when you grow.