Sometimes writing and telling stories is the only way to make life feel livable. Since my childhood, I’ve been telling my stories primarily in hidden places–within the pages of a private journal or in the secret pacts of friendship. I’ve set aside this space on the web to do something a bit scary with my storytelling: come out of hiding. My intention for balconyfalls is to give me and those who read it a place to bear witness to life–even when it’s hard to make sense of it. This is a place to get close to the action. A place where I resist the temptation to run away and hide. A place, in other words, to fall off the balcony and onto the dance floor. Sweaty. Awkward. Exposed. Human.
I’m a thirty-something gal who really is every age she’s ever been. I live with my family in a small town in Virginia where I’ve found the best friends on the planet. I am particularly fond of reading, writing, cooking (eating) and yoga. I’m an introvert who hibernates frequently, thinks and feels very deeply, and just wants a little more peace and quiet most days.