: About Me

I was born Catherine Furey back in 1969.

Fast forward 22 years, I legally replaced Furey with Durkin because an obscure Irish name is tolerable only if it comes from relatives known and loved. Then I converted to Judaism, got married in 1995, and hence the above mouthful.

Just don't call me Mrs. Robinson.

After nuptials, my husband and I ran from Tampa to the open arms of Boston. Life in a northern liberal city agreed with us. We made great friends, carved out successful careers and traveled. What more could we want?

How about a baby?

We got more than we bargained for several months later when the doctor announced we were having twins. After shock gave way to joy, Husband and I packed our stuff and headed back to Florida so my parents could provide free babysitting for life.

As I sat in a suburb surrounded by Weber grills and confederate flags, freelance writing became my opportunity to explore all that is fun and frustrating about progressive parenting and politics.

In 2007, the exploration moved from Tampa to Colorado Springs - which is so conservative it makes the Sunshine State look downright pink.

Come visit me at outinleftfield(dot)com

Let the games begin.

My passion is ...

parenting and politics.

I know too much about ...

the other side.

My parents always told me ...

count to ten before you say it. And then don't say it.

My childhood ambition ...

was to make my mark.

My favorite memory ...

involves astroglide and a rainy night.

Why I write ...

to make a difference and a giggle.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

the world around me.

My first job ...

after college was teaching criminals. They taught me more.

My best moment ...

is when my kids learn something and smile.

My inspiration ...

lies within.

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Inspirational

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A Blogspot Book After our twin boys were born in Boston , my husband and I moved back to Tampa , primarily so I could stay home with my children. And also so my mother could provide free babysitting every weekend. For life. Ten minutes into my new gig, I realized the key to emotional happiness and domestic bliss was simple. I had to turn off the television. Commercials kill a new mom's self-esteem. Viewers are either bombarded with ways to earn a degree from home or endlessly urged to call now if hurt in an auto accident. Between commercials, trying to find missing socks, and getting babie...

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