About

 

Hello Internet, I’m Meg.

I’m a 25-year-old spare-time writer with a penchant for fart jokes, good company, and old movies where the men are men and the women are men, too. I spend a majority of my time at the side of my fantastic husband, Joe, and our loose-in-the-noggin’ cat, Hermes “The Bean” Metcalf. We live a simple life just outside of Baltimore City, Maryland and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I am the youngest of three kids and grew up in scattered areas along the East Coast. Through moving, I mastered the art of social awkwardness and can navigate an unfamiliar school building like nobody’s business. Despite the chaos of being a habitual new kid in school, some things remained constant: Mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup, Dad’s booming laugh, and my unparralleled passion for writing.

These days, writing still puffs my lungs with oxygen but life’s daily obligations fight tooth and nail to keep the pen at bay. And that reality is what brings us here, to this site, where I intend to keep my fingers nimble and the syllables flowing. The concept of this site was developed several years ago from the remnants of some poorly-maintained and badly written personal blogs, most of them focused on the daily trials of being a self-involved teenager. While long-winded whining still tends to be my forte, I hope to transform my fascination with online social media into a writing, and more importantly, living exercise. As I fumble through life in this beautiful and jarring city, I want to keep a record of what it feels like to be here in this place, at this moment, and with these people.

I hope you can join me for the journey.

To all of you Grandmas, Parents, Siblings, Strangers, Fourth-Cousins Twice-Removed, Friends, Adversaries, Coworkers, Gossip Gurus, Dingbats and Whatchacallems: Yes, I do love to use words that rhyme with Ham, Spit, Switch, and Duck. I also whine, misspell, procrastinate, run with scissors, and am a registered Democrat (The Horror!). If you find these or any of my other qualities concerning, I invite you to stop reading THIS INSTANT and call your Aunt Molly so you can tell her what a shame it is, A Darn Shame In Fact!, that your eyes were forced to absorb such atrocities. “Darn these young people, these liberals!” you can say. “Darn them all to heck!”

Now don’t you feel better?

To the rest of you who stick around, that’s awfully kind of you. I can’t guarantee you’ll like what you read, but I can assure you that your support does not go unnoticed.

Thank you for reading.