Lionizing Each Other

I was pimped out in a blog written by a dear friend of mine from back when I lived in Iowa. Ms. Jen King, proprietor of scrambledaches.com, gave me a sweet little shout-out, and my only recourse is to put her up on a pedestal and fawn a bit.

Ms. Jen has undergone many changes since we first met each other working overnight shifts on the psych ward. She was addicted to "Jane" magazine, Matchbox 20, and deep stimulating conversation. She's a girl who can discuss Fight Club and Roe v. Wade with equal respect and wide-eyed drools. You can see how we got along so famously. While I left Iowa to go heal in Chicago, she stayed behind to keep the patients and await her impending marriage. Since then she's always seemed to be one step ahead of me. She's lived all over the Midwest and even moved to Canada before I did, living in Ontario with her Canadian artist husband. She's also got her book deal squared away eons before I considered self-publishing as a possibility. Since I've met her she has since lived in Ireland (as a scholarship-laden writing student at Trinity College, something I just learned about her), come out, redeclared herself for women's rights, returned to working in a hospital in Iowa, and writes all about her roller-coaster life with impeccable skill and heartbreaking wit.

You like me? You'll love her.


Thanks, Jen.
Scrambledaches.com. Give it a spin.

Everything she writes about me is true.