I’m 43 years old. I am mother to four children, two boys and two girls ranging in age from 5 to 12. I have brown hair, green eyes, a roman nose, and pink cheeks. I’m fat and pear-shaped. I never wear pants, leggings under my skirts if it’s cold. I like comfortable but cute and funky shoes. I’m a bleeding heart liberal leaning toward anarchist. I support gay rights. I am interested in humanist design, authentic living, and self-actualization. I am philosophical about life and believe that what you do with it is the important thing, not how long it lasts. I do not fear death. I love cottonwood trees. I don’t have much money, I wish I had more.

We unschool. All of my kids have been born at home, two unassisted by medical professionals. I feel very strongly about the benefits of undisturbed birth and I regard modern maternity management as largely unscientific and misogynistic. I practice attachment parenting, I co-sleep, and I breastfeed. My youngest just weaned at nearly five years of age. I breastfed for twelve years with breaks for two pregnancies. I weaned two of my children at the age of two, which I regret very much.

We try our hardest to be decent human beings and to be nice to our kids. I find it despicable that people have kids just to treat them like they don’t like them. I think part of it has to do with the routine interference of bonding that occurs in most modern births, but that it is also strongly culturally enforced. Michel Odent has a very interesting theory about why this is, look it up.

I am married to someone I love more than anything except my kids, who I respect and admire, and who makes me weak in the knees. We’ve been together 14 years and I hope it will be many, many more.