I’m a lady in her late 20s mid 30s early 40s writing a blog, which is about as insufferable and baffling as it sounds. I try to be funny but sometimes I’m serious. Actually a lot of times I’m serious, because since about 2015 everything felt extremely serious for some reason! Then I went to therapy and Mari Kondo-ed my brain. I mean, I wish! My therapist believes that’s not really the way feelings work. Which is unfortunate, because imagine the money that could be made from a nice brain sweep, especially following the year 2020!

What else? I used to live in one state but now I live in another. I like things. Some things I like more than others. Why is this page. Why does it exist.

Oh, I also write about my spouse and two children. One child is older and the other is — get ready — younger. They go by fake names on this here blog, since we are running from the law and don’t want them to do a Google on us.

(We are not running from the law. Yet.)

In another, more embarrassing, lifetime I wrote for another damn wedding. That was approximately 731 years ago.

All pictures on this site, unless otherwise noted, are by me.

You can contact me at (lyn) at (anotherdamnlife) dot (com). I have no idea why you’d want to. Contact me, that is. This drivel is nothing special. I used to have a form here, for the sake of the contacts, and it was nice. It came with the theme and I was like, hot damn, this form right here. That’s attractive as all get out. But then a robot from China started spamming my contact form, like, dozens of times a day. And man, robots ruin everything, don’t they? This is why we can’t have nice contact forms! Because robots.

Is this page done now?

(Yes.)