Call me Grace? Yes, please.

Well, I'm starting a blog.

When my parents were newly married, they went to dinner at a very nice restaurant. ("I had to wear my suit jacket the entire time," my father always inserts here. A testament to the nice-ness of the establishment). As they were walking to their table, my mother tripped and fell. Everyone noticed. My dad said, probably louder than necessary, "Grace! Are you okay?"

My mother's name is Gail.

I don't consider myself a particularly graceful person (blame genetics). But I do like to pretend that I am -- and imagine I could become one. Writing is my favorite way to do this. When I write, I can plan. I can execute a response exactly the way I want -- and maybe -- appear graceful.

I may be the girl that trips, but at least I'm at the fancy restaurant.

And that is the reason behind my blog name.