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Why is it that words seem to flow effortlessly when describing someone else, but self-description remains a struggle for me? I believe it is because I am continuing on this lifelong journey to get to know myself and, since my self is constantly changing, so is my realization of the same.
The product of a second-marriage for both my parents, which ultimately ended in divorce; raised by the most magnificent of mothers, who I lost to death in 2009; and plunged into society a bit too naive for survival, I am a woman who has grown strong with a passion for expression that can only be achieved through the written word.
Material surrounds me – from my stubborn yet endearing husband of ten years and the ups and downs of a lengthy marriage to my two uniquely different children, a son age three, who is reluctantly embarking on potty-training, and a daughter age six, who is soft-hearted and wise beyond her days. Working in the legal field for the past eight years has provided a special insight into the dynamics of human relationships and the challenges arising from our interactions with one another. The gift of pain, earned through loss, suffering and difficulty, has produced a tear in my writing that provides a priceless connection with readers who have encountered similar afflictions.
Recently I started a blog for people struggling from the recession with hopes of financial recovery. It provides money-saving, deal-making, bargain-hunting advice for those who wonder where all their money is going. Check out How I Mended the Hole in My Handbag ...and How You Can Too! at www.theholeinmyhandbag.blogspot.com
On a more shallow level, I am a smart blonde (no, that is not an oxymoron), who never leaves the house without bracelets and eyeliner. I am a diabetic with a sweet-tooth, a skeptic with a hunger for faith, and a number six on the Enneogram Personality Scale. I coupon, yard sale, and frequent secondhand shops. The adrenalin rush received when I find a good deal convinces me that I would still bargain hunt even if I were a millionaire.
The hidden corners of my motives and disposition are still being discovered. And, I will be certain to share my observations with my readers once these surreptitious attributes are happened upon. Continuing on this journey...
Lydía King

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