About This Site
Whose Fault Am I? is an interactive playground where insightful and inciteful women (and some men) come to rethink stuff we’ve been told, explore stages we’ve skipped, and rewrite the stories we tell ourselves.
When I started this blog, I was a 32-year-old mother of four, an angry avenger of all my experiences and inexperience and doggedly determined to discover who was to blame.
Whose Fault Am I? documents this search, one rant, recollection and rude awakening at a time — some validating and many challenging my suspicions about whose fault I was.
Think of this site as part confessional, part hen party and part philosophy seminar. But, most importantly, think of it as a safe space to explore, discover and maybe even share whose fault you are.
The Latest From My Blog
Re-recollections, rude awakenings, and rabid rants that are safe to talk about… here.
It’s true. Some have been here from the beginning. Others came on board over time, first dropping in for occasional visits, then moving in with their baggage. This made for a crowded personality, but I didn’t know how to turn them away.
1954 If you went to Catholic school, you probably remember the Holy Childhood Society annual fundraising campaign.
I was disappointed in the Grand Canyon. I expected something grander. Something larger. Something more amazing.
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