girl george

My name is george.

Well, no, actually it's not.

In reality, it's a nickname but I've had it since I was 15 and I recently changed my last name to Bailey, so I figure the combo is too good to ignore.

I grew up in a small town in upstate New York. I found the experience awful then, but wonderful now. For high school, I talked my parents into allowing me to apply to an all girls boarding school. It was a bizarre request but one that transformed my life. I look back at those weekends when I was locked up in a stone building surrounded by hormonal teenage girls and find myself truly missing it.

As an adult, I have travelled, waitressed, nannied, taught at a charter school in urban Massachusetts, and completed a two-year graduate program that now allows me to make decisions on what a person can eat as well as say. (Yes, really). This path has not been easy, or planned, but the memories will be noted.

In July 2013, I married a male nurse. After six years of dating it was the right thing to do. Plus, it made honest children out of our black lab, lhasa apso and recovering barn kitten. The wedding experience was intense and long winded and I'm still processing the bits and pieces.

This fall we will begin our adventures in the green mountain state of Vermont. The hiking and maple syrup possibilities are what get me through the panic attacks that come on when I think of the move. (This being my seventh pack-up in six years).

Lastly, I believe in the healing effects of a hot cup of coffee, children's laughter, parmesan cheese, sriracha, and walks through the woods.