I am a Southern Yankee. Raised in Jersey, grew up in North Carolina (yes there is a difference). I am part Irish and part Italian. What parts you may ask? I inherited my freckles and fish belly white skin tone from the Irish and my petite midget-esque stature from the Italian. So I’m kinda like a leprechaun minus the gold. My brother got the tall dark and handsome genes, and yes I hold a grudge. I married my high school sweetheart, and we’ve been enamored with each other since 6th grade (insert gag reflex here). Where you find him, you find my foundation, my best friend and my happy place. At 6’2 and 5’0, we resemble green giant and sprout.
My parents both died young and I think those experiences fueled my adrenaline junkie spirit. I love jumping out of perfectly good airplanes and scuba diving into the deep. However, that toughness fades when I have to kill a spider.
I am obsessed with coffee ( cappuccino please!), traveling (I left my heart in Italy), all forms of chocolate (except white chocolate- what’s the point?), and great music (my playlists range from Dean Martin to Imagine Dragons). I can’t stand tail-gaters, those whose don’t use blinkers, mopeds or people who are “past their prime” driving ten miles below the speed limit. Hello, my name is Cara and I have road rage.
I work in the land of physical therapy, which I find both rewarding and challenging. However now I am attempting to follow one of my childhood dreams. I started with three: 1st to be the first woman president 2nd to be Paula Abdul and 3rd to be a writer of great things. Since I hate politics and confrontation, a presidential campaign is out. Though my dance moves are epic, dogs cower into the fetal position when I sing, so following in Paula’s footsteps isn’t an option. Which leaves becoming a writer of great things.
I have entered the blogosphere as a means to start this journey. So far it has been fraught with fear, inconsistency and self-depreciation. I am attempting to use my blog as a way to practice my writing skills, gain feedback and network with others who may have similar dreams.
Life continues to demonstrate its brevity to me, so I strive to fulfill my hopes and dreams now. I wish I knew what God has planned for my future, but since I don’t I pray for His guidance daily.
My current hope is to become a mother at least half as good as my own, finish my memoir and through my writing move people to think, laugh and live in the moment.