I am Mrs Metaphor. I was Mrs Metaphor long before I ever began writing with her pen name.
I was Mrs Metaphor each time I spoke with a friend about our lives, each time I started a new job, each story shared with a grocery store clerk.
There have been a lot of shared stories with grocery store clerks. Grocery store clerks are, in my opinion, the essential piece in the jigsaw puzzle of modern communication.
My life is a 4 lane highway and I drive a big rig. I am wife, mother, sister, daughter, personal trainer, writer, retreat leader, guru and mentor. I also do windows. I don’t like to do windows but I must. We all must. It’s important to be able to see what’s outside of us.
I have no platform but I do enjoy the stage. I began writing as Mrs Metaphor in 2006. It’s my stage. I own it. I pay $19.95 per year to keep it running. It attracts a modest audience, sometimes a downright outrageous audience when the search engine words hit pay dirt. They are a lovely crowd, regardless of size. They are not ALL related to me. I promise.
Mrs Metaphor has something to offer. She has something to say. I hope she says it with grace and wit. I hope she says it with authenticity and honor. She is a wise woman or so I’ve been told. She is the the apple pie on the windowsill, the fortune telling fish, the best advice you ever got.
Mrs Metaphor is not like a whirlwind because that would require Mrs Simile.
As Wise Woman, I have been leading women’s work and women’s retreats for the last 15 years. As Personal Trainer I have been writing train schedules to wellness for people for the last 12 years. As Writer I have been turning lead into gold for 20 years. Years are long and full, rich in retrospect, reaching and uncertain looking forward. This is where we all live.
I am Mrs Metaphor, this is what I do.