A New Member of The Farm
In his misguided, deeply neurotic determination to develop Maggie's Farm as an essential general-interest blog with tens of thousands of hits per day, Bird Dog persuaded me to give this a try. He and my husband have hunted the Maine marshes together each fall for over twenty years. His advice: "Occasional posts, mostly shrink-related but anything that interests you is fair game. Keep it short and sweet with max one or two ideas per post, but you can let it rip once in a while if the spirit moves you." I'll try to stick to that, but I don't take direction well.
I am a native Bostonian, a mother of four, a New York-trained Psychiatrist and Psychoanalyst working at a teaching hospital in Boston. We have a fourth-generation country place in New Hampshire where we now just raise Black Angus and keep a couple of riding horses and a couple of aged, useless but loveable retired horses and, yes, you are quite perceptive - Dr. Joy Bliss isn't my real name. Thank God. But I was born cheerful, despite being a life-long Red Sox fan. I can ride and jump and I can shoot and fish; I can sail and I can handle any boat up to 50 feet - sail or power; my golf handicap is lower than yours but it's a boring addiction for bored people; I can serve a tennis ball that will wipe the snot off your nose; I can smack the hell out of a softball or out of any little creep that bothers me. I am a Yankee gal. But piano is my main love, second only to my anonymous hubbie and our granite-ribbed Yankee Congregationalist family heritage. The big fella makes the big bucks and I get to follow my heart in the world of medicine. A good deal. And that's enough about me. Woops- I forgot - Bird Dog wants me to list my favorite adult beverage: Laphroaig up, with two Prozacs ...just kidding about the Prozacs...a double Laphroaig with the hubbie while the kids are away at boarding school.
