This is how Beverly described herself back in the aughts.
Call me Beverly Van Beaver Dam. I'm the daughter of Vernon and Geneva (nee Potawatomistra, now deceased) Van Beaver Dam. I am a corn-fed midwesterner, way overeducated, born in Holland, Michigan and now living in the "Big Little" in the northeast US. I have a husband, a job as a professor, two kids, some friends, and lots to do. My husband is Owen, the working class English utopian. My boy is Sloopy, who we just want to hang on. My girl is Daisy. She pirouettes at Aikido class. MY BLOGGING ETHIC: Apparently, it's good form to state one's blogging ethic explicitly. Here's mine: To speak truth to power while being nice.
A noted speaker at women's auxilliaries, pep rallies, and home merchandising parties, Professor Beverly Van Beaver Dam is a leading thinker on the conundrums of deracinated post-religious, peri-menipausal employed mothers. Who is my neighbor? What is just? What is sustainable? What were you saying? Did you see my keys?
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Stories of My Significance
Put it in your search engine. Nothing comes up. You can google it. I'm here to inscribe the phrase. Wait no more to tell and hear them!
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