Who Me?
I’m not sure that there’s anything about me that you can’t discover by reading my archives. But of course not everyone has that kind of time or inclination.
My name is Julie Marsh. I grew up in Dayton, Ohio with two parents who are still together and a younger brother. I was not a cute kid, but I was really smart. And somewhat neurotic.
I was a failed engineering major at the University of Pittsburgh, a successful Environmental Science major at Wright State University, and an exemplary Telecommunications Management major at the University of Maryland. Well, except for the classes I missed while I was TDY.
TDY = Temporary Duty. I was a communications officer in the Air Force, assigned to the Pentagon, managing nuclear command and control projects for the Joint Staff. Which means that I never want any of my work to be put to the test.
I left active duty because I’d been living separately from my then-fiancee, now-husband for the entire four years I spent at the Pentagon. We met in 1995 and married in 1997. And to the amazement of everyone but us, we’re still together.
In 2000, we threw caution and sanity to the winds and moved to Manhattan, where I worked for a record company and he worked as a stock broker. We lived in a tiny apartment entirely too close to Bloomingdales.
Two years later, our older daughter was born. Six weeks after that, we moved to New Jersey – the cliffs above the Hudson River.
Three years later, our younger daughter was born. Three months after that, we moved to the Denver suburbs.
And three years after THAT, our son was born. We didn’t move again, but we both got the Bob Barker treatment.
Now I’ve got a first grader who’s destined for a career as a lawyer, a preschooler who can scream loud enough to shatter glass (but who can finally talk, thank god), a baby who’s already eating us out of house and home, a husband who can drink his weight in Natty Light, and I’m inordinately concerned about the cleanliness of my kitchen floor.
We’re atheist Libertarians who don’t give a damn about what you do in the privacy of your own home. Just don’t raise our taxes or tell us that we can’t possibly have any morals.
I started this site after leaving the job that I loved in the city that I loved so that I could raise my kids in the suburbs where there are good public schools and grassy fenced backyards. And I’m happy here, because I brought with me what I really love.
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