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Edzell

My name is Edzell. It’s not my real name, as you might have guessed. I took it from the tiny Scottish town where I spent what were perhaps the three most magical years of my childhood. And I believe it was sometime during those three years I fell in love with the written word. At the time I really didn’t have much appreciation for the form of it; it was more about the function. Reading opened up to me infinite other worlds, other adventures, other experiences, other lives. (Though, for some inexplicable reason, I spent one summer obsessively reading nothing but Nancy Drew mysteries, which, as anyone who has read more than two of them can tell you, offer little diversity in the way of setting, characters or plot…what can I say…kids are prone to strange fixations.)

Now that I am “grown up”, I pay attention to form a little more. I appreciate a well-constructed piece of writing and the work that goes into it. But really, it is still more about the ideas. It is really people and their stories I am interested in. As a kid, I was all about fiction, especially fantasy, but as I have grown older, I’ve found that real life is often more astoundingly beautiful and amazing and unbelievable than any fantasy world we could ever dream up, AND – cooler than cool – it is right HERE, real and tangible and ripe for investigation. I don’t know when it happened, exactly, but at some point my primary identity became Student of Life.

Which is the main reason I am so excited to be here at The Rock Pool, writing with these amazing people from all over the world who all have this common desire to know and understand other human beings and, in learning about our differences, discover our much deeper similarities.

Besides being a student of life, I am also a teacher of science (well, almost – I just finished my certification and Master’s in Teaching, and am presently contemplating various employment possibilities). I love kids, big ones and little ones. I’ve been planning to teach high school science, but have supported myself the past two years by nannying for the two most delightful children on the face of the planet, and now am thinking maybe elementary school is where I belong. We’ll see…

I grew up considering myself a “country girl”, probably because I spent most of my childhood in rural areas and have always loved nature and fresh air, and because I identified myself so much with my parents, who are very much “country people.” But, since moving to the big city of Seattle four years ago, I have been shocked to discover that I have no desire to leave…ever. I LOVE it here! I love all the people, all the cool buildings and art and ethnic foods and dancing and, just…humanity…all swarming around and bumping into each other and (most of the time) becoming better people for it. I know it has made me better.

I was raised with a fairly conservative evangelical Christian faith. There was a lot about it that was so, so, so good, that made me think about life and what is important and taught me to value and love people. But there were also parts of it that now, as a humanist agnostic-ish-type-person looking in from the outside, I see as extremely hurtful and divisive. I have been on quite a journey over the past few years, but that is a long story that you can read about at my personal blog, http://hopeintheseen.wordpress.com, should you so choose.

Besides all that info are these more basic details: twenty eight; single; oldest of four children so (of course) kind of the people-pleasing, nurturing type; fan of running, hiking, rollerblading, swimming, biking, and MOST of all – DANCING (if I get tired of teaching science, my back-up plan is to move to New York and perform on Broadway – ha!). But seriously. I am in the midst of figuring out how I can fit dance lessons into my life sometime in this coming year. I am not getting any younger, after all. And life must be lived in the here and now. The past is gone. The future is not guaranteed. Now is the only time there is to live life to the fullest. That is the lesson I am still trying to learn, I think.

Anyway, welcome to the Rock Pool. I am glad you are here. 🙂

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All of Edzell’s posts can be found here.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. Allumer permalink
    September 9, 2010 9:53 am

    My daughter is in the Nancy Drew phase right now. And I’m baffled as to how something so formulaic could be entertaining after the millionth time but I let her read it because Nancy is at least adventuresome and brave – good qualities.

    Student of Life as primary identity? Awesomish! That’s why you’re here! Yay!

    • Edzell permalink
      September 9, 2010 6:44 pm

      Ha ha! I love that word – “Awesomish”. Gonna have to work that into my conversation somehow today.

      Don’t worry. Your daughter will get tired of Nancy eventually…probably somewhere around book #89 – The Case of the Disappearing Deejay.

      How old is she now?

  2. September 10, 2010 4:01 am

    well, i vote for nancy drew’s stagnant repetition over r.l. stein or christopher pike books and their repetitive murderous teenage drama. i was in the bookstore waiting for a helpful book person to get me something and was just staring at these books with familiar titles and snazzy sharp new modern covers and thinking: “hm… christopher pike… why’s that familiar? did i read him at some point oh my God i remember now walking away fast and don’t touch the books or you will turn 13 again!”

    okay, so welcome!! i have been wondering and wondering about the name edzell and then found this handy-dandy who are ya spot, so useful!

    i didn’t notice awesomish but i was stopped short at “astoundingly.” Best. Word. Ever. Glad you’re here 🙂

  3. September 11, 2010 6:49 pm

    Nancy Drew is still better than Babysitters’ Club…

    Ewww I read R L Stine AND Christopher Pike. I am embarrassed for my past self.

    I’m glad you’re here, too, Edzell! Not gald. I can type, you know.

  4. September 12, 2010 2:14 am

    ugh, babysitters club books. suck. my. life. away. why were they SO compelling? is it the familiarity of repetition?

  5. September 12, 2010 11:20 am

    It’s a mental disorder. Obsessive compulsive or something.

    I read more than 100. Why, God, why?

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