After reading FC's wonderful answer to this question, as I bandaged a hurt toe while answering the age old question, "What's for dinner?" I wondered, Who am I not?
I am a mother, a writer, an artist, a sewer, and short order cook.
I am a lover, companion, someone's one and only.
I am a daughter, an aunt, sombody else's ex.
I am a scientist (drug designer), chemistry teacher, a Quality Assurance Engineer.
I am the house nurse, the nurturer, and sharp tongued diciplinarian.
I am a library mystery reader, a school volunteer, a Girl Scout cookie mom.
I am a taxi driver, a gardener, our cruise director and reluctant housekeeper.
I am a referee, a mediator, a holder of secrets and fears.
I am a friend, a mother bear protecting her cubs, a walker, and a swimmer.
I am a camper, a hiker, an old time sailor.
I am a typist, an organizer, a wanna-be knitter.
I am a woman, kicking and screaming as I slide into middle age.
I am a math tutor, a photographer, a chick-lit movie lover.
I am a builder, a painter, a tiler, and a maple sugarmaker.
I am ME.