If you’ve landed on this page, chances are it’s because I’ve piqued your interest or you just think my logo is cool.
Either way, I’m so happy you stopped by! I’m Grace or Grace-Valerie to be exact; but, not a lot of people call me that these days. That name was mostly used by my father’s family or by my Dad when I was in trouble, if I remember correctly. But, that was many moons ago.
So, maybe you’re asking yourself “who is the chick behind the blog?”
In a nutshell, I’m an opinionated, age agnostic, cradle Catholic rebel on a mission to hashtag my life’s story with #GraceOnFire. I’m breaking all the rules about “women of a certain age”. (Wait, what does that even mean today? Can you see my Bette Davis sneer flare up? Oh, goodness, chances are you don’t know who that is. Any who, getting side-tracked here. )
I started writing at a very young age but it was to be an on again, off again romance. I was a gifted kid (right mom?). Later, had a part-time gig at a local newspaper in the next town, The Baytown Sun. This love affair started in High School and ended some time in college when I discovered that working summers at Foley’s gave me access to college wear at about 20% off (don’t quote me on that, I can’t even remember what I had for dinner last week). Fast forward to working on my Masters, which I was stoked about because yes, I remembered how much I loved writing. But, alas I put the pen down and didn’t pick it up again until sometime last year. Thanks LinkedIn!
I am a woman who reinvents herself and refuses to grow older. I look in the mirror and I don’t see the same young, crazy girl looking back. The grays masked by highlights, the fine wrinkles dealt with by Senior Good Genes and Don Retin-A hide that girl screaming, trapped inside. And yes, I look “younger than I am” but hey, cut me some slack, like most women, I have trouble taking a compliment without thinking “you don’t get to co-author my life if I don’t tell you how old I am”.
I wrote a manifesto last year. It was a pivotal birthday. I swore that I would focus on the annual wave of accomplishments, not the number of candles on a cake. So far, so good.
I got my first tattoo at 48.
I ran my first half-marathon at 49.
I’m on my 5th or 6th passport, totally lost count.
I found my way back to God at 50! Praise be, it’s never too late.
I’m a mom, sister and daughter. I’m a friend. I’m a Catholic woman who strayed and came back. I’m a cat lady. I’m an ex-wife… two times over. I’m glass half full. I’m a leader. I’m inspiring. I’m sarcastic, saucy and sassy. I’m funny. I think my ass is too big. I’m confident. I’m insecure. I’m smart. I’m stupid about world geography. I’m a minimalist in the making. I own too many shoes and way too many white shirts. I’m the girl that orders a diet coke with some crazy high caloric side dish. My closet is color coordinated. My make-up drawer is a hot mess. I love lashes, lipstick and sunglasses. I love coffee, a good cortado to be exact. I love to travel. I love to read because I love to learn. I love watching movies, but musicals are my all time fav. The list goes on and on. I’m 100% relatable.
I’m a story teller and I’m on a journey; it’s a human experiment of sorts. We will talk about my way back to Him and my exciting life as a Catholic woman. I’ll reference scripture, mass and all that is holy. You’ll hear about my loves: God and a perfect trifecta of children, furry babies and traveling. And I’ll even vent every so often.
I hope you’ll join me. It’ll be fun!