Decided to switch up this “About Me” jazz, for two reasons: One, this current digital version of Momover is officially a year old now (so still in diapees, but past the capsizing-your-life phase). And two, it was sooo work-y before. Like with my entire resumé laid out before ye. I don’t think you need to know all that. Besides, after busting my fat — for the last few decades, I’m not quite as work-obsessed.

Still, you might want to know what qualifies me to come off all expert-y about beauty and wellness and those beyond-annoying bumps on the back of your arm that are (almost) impossible to get rid of. In short, I’ve been a journalist for 20+ years covering exactly these burning issues.

I’ve had staff jobs and big titles at major magazines, and I’ve also written a lot for this one, and this one.

Plus I crossed over to the dark side for a spell, to toil in corporate-ville on massive beauty brands that make all the yummy brews your makeup bag and medicine cabinet are crammed with.

And I’ve written one book, for which I interviewed every whipsmart Pilates guru, rock star makeup artist and blissed-out meditation god I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I still do a lot of this stuff, but in smaller doses. And who knows? Maybe the career gig of my dreams is lying in wait. But for now, I’m a total stop-and-smell-the-roses type. I have a delicious daughter (aka The Wee Lass), and hubby (aka Hubby), and two gorgeous Maine Coons named Thunder and Lightning. And together, we have a really fun life. Not super-glam. But definitely super-great.

My hope is that you get something out of this site, blog, whatever. It’s mostly incredibly superficial, so if you’re fixated on the circumference of your upper thighs, or the slightest bit of frizz, as I am, you’ll love it. I’m a total pop culture freak, too, so there’s plenty of swooning over Mark Wahlberg and snooty PBS costume dramas. Oh, and I’m a wannabe vegan. And a newly smitten knitter. And a fledgling hypochondriac, so I’ve been known to dwell on the occasional mystery ailment. (And big, serious ailments, too – I’m not a complete airhead.)

Anyway, enjoy yourself. Learn a little. Laugh a little. And write to me if the spirit moves. Xoxo times a million.