from the editor

The True Confessions Issue

I’m the what-you-see-is-what-you-get type, but somehow people still consider me an enigma. I guess that’s my political upbringing. Frustrating, actually, because you’re always pegged for something you’re not. I learned, however, someone is always watching, so as the “baby” in my family (translation: more leniency/less structure), trying not to tarnish the family name was easier said than done. Experience teaches there’s great value to keeping things in the “vault.” But in all fairness to the women I had to nearly bribe this month, I have little choice but to share a few personal truisms. The deal is, no one (who knows me) may comment, because it’s no secret to them I have a weakness for playing the tambourine or air drums (preferably on stage). I have bags and will travel anywhere, including across state lines for a lottery ticket, and I’m not past being the only girl in a poker game. I went through three interviews with the FBI but fell short because I couldn’t fly a plane, hack a computer or speak Farsi (being the underachiever I am). My theme song is “Suspicious Minds,” but put a microphone or wooden spoon in my hand (no karaoke) and I’ll sing (and dance) to just about anything. Enough said.

~Janet

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