I am a nerd.

It amazes me how many years it took for me to say that without looking over my shoulder.  And it’s not just because I grew up in tiny East Texas town and went to a high school where nerds were thin on the ground.  My Saturdays were more often than not spent with the Daughters of the Republic of Texas, and my Sundays puttering around on the farm with my Daddy.  But small town or big city, we are all at the mercy of those around us who like to put each of us into a safe little box that they assume contains everything we are.  And I don’t like boxes.  Unless they contain jewelry or tea.

The thing is, I may be a nerd, but I am more than that.  I am a nerd.  I am a woman.  I am a Texan.  I am an Aggie.  I am a daughter.  A sister.  An aunt.  I love science fiction and historical biographies.  I love comic books and Shakespeare.  I love movies with big explosions and high fashion.  I love to argue politics with rational people and movies with other fans.  My idols are Batman and Barbara Bush.  So you see, no silly little box can hold me.

This is a place for those of us who don’t conform.  Those who serve tea from a Dr. Who teapot into their grandmother’s china.  Those that have Captain America and Iron Man  salt and pepper shakers next to their Wedgwood in the china cabinet.  Who love to cook and craft and agonize over romance novels and comics.

Welcome.  Wipe your muddy boots at the door, and come on in.