Mae might be my alter ego. Or maybe she’s just a lot less shy and a lot more outgoing than life allows me to be, the true me.
Why Mae? I grew up in South Jersey, raised by my Philadelphian parents. I moved to Southern California after I graduated high school and a couple of years later I met the man who would be my husband. Until I met him, I never really knew I had an accent, besides the fact that waitresses could never get my water order right. “Root beer? What did you say?” “I said water.” No, apparently I was saying “wudder”. My in-laws still giggle at this.
Mae is one of my vocal imperfections. That is apparently what I say instead of saying “me”. As I got to know my future husband and his friends, we’d talk and share stories until eventually I got asked who Mae was and why I was talking about her. Mae has stuck with me, and she’s got a devilish grin and a glimmer in her eye. She sneaks backstage at concerts, debates passionately over a Guinness and plays in the rain. She’s always with me and but comes out when I’m at my best, and I’m probably the luckiest girl in the world because she gets to visit pretty often, when responsibility doesn’t wear her down.
Mae loves history, ancestry, Ireland, Philadelphia sports, Superheroes, Red Hot Chili Peppers (even when Kiedis is trying to rock that porno ‘stach), dorky science, tea parties, whiskey, playing guitar, oil paintings, culture, debating, photography, Los Angeles after a rainstorm (no smog), U2 (for both music and humanitarianism) and hates that she hasn’t found a way to make a profitable career out of the passion she has for life…yet. Mae and I co-exist, never straying too far from loving life but being responsible. Oscar, my pug begs to differ…he’d rather I take him on a walk then write you.
It is beautiful out tonight…Mae, you up for an adventure? Oscar, grab your leash!