Cati Porter

This is just the beginning, I suspect, for those of you who care. A blog just for me, by me, and about me. How narcissistic.

I’m really not. Really. Just ask anyone who knows me. I’m just a normal girl (if there really is such a thing). I am the mother of two boys — Jacob, 6, and Bradley, 3 — and married to an amazing guy for almost ten years now. I am the room parent for Jacob’s class, have volunteered at both of my boys’ schools (Bradley goes to preschool twice a week). I love to garden, though it’s really hit and miss. I love to rearrange my furniture. I love to cook, love to eat, though my family — Jacob and Bradley in particular — are not usually keen on what I make (they have been subjected to far too many of my experiments). I love Pottery Barn, but I shop Ikea, and Target. I am a stay-at-home mom who watches far too many HGTV and Food Network shows for my own, and for my family’s own, good. I can name every character in every preschool show on every kids network currently airing on digital cable in So Cal, where I live. I know who Laurie Berkner is, have been a dinosaur marching, marching…, and no longer dis Barney or the Teletubbies, though I must admit they are most decidedly annoying with their perpetual grins and plump plush bodies.

But the real reason I’ve created this site is to waste time, to put off doing the dishes — again — and running the vacuum –

No. Wait. That’s not why I did this. I did this because I want people who look, people who care, to find out more about me and what I do. Because I’m not just a mom. I’m an occasional freelance writer, a devoted (cough) poet, a (former, and bad) painter, and the editor of the online journal, Poemeleon (http://www.poemeleon.org).

I intend to post these things without much editing. Who was it that said, “First thought, best thought”? Oh yeah. Well, I don’t believe that. Not when it comes to poetry. The best poems take time, and much revision. But here, if I take the time read what I’ve written, I’ll delete most of what’s here. So, for the sake of saving time, or not wasting any more of it, I’ll leave it as-is. But understand it is the ramblings of a sleep-deprived, coffee-propped, toddler-toting mama.

Thanks for stopping by. I’d invite you in, but the house is a wreck.

Cati