I’m American. Gratefully patriotic. Cradle Orthodox Christian. My loving parents named me, their firstborn, Joanne Marie.
I live in a pleasant suburban New England town with my husband (who, after decades together, I continue to adore). We’ve raised three treasured children to adulthood.
I’ve enjoyed my career, ever grateful that I could earn a living by thinking hard, but I’m also thankful that my profession never owned me.
I find myself pondering with increasing frequency what my life’s work has been, and been worth. And having, now, quite a few things to say about that.
I’m an anonymous citizen of the modern world. And thanks to the example set by St. Joanna and the un-named myrrhbearers, I’m becoming OK with that.