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.