Unleashing the inner Martha

There is a part of me that really, really likes domestic stuff. You know, cooking nutritious meals and decorating the house for the holidays. 

For a long time, I ignored my inner domestic diva. I had bigger fish to fry. Well, not actually fish because that would be domestic. You know, other things to do. 

But now I've embraced her. I can be more than one thing — I can be a professional woman and still like to color-coordinate my dinner table for holidays: 

I can be taken seriously and still like Willow Tree angels;  

and I can be an NPR-listening, Margaret Atwood-reading, gender communications-studying woman, but still make delicious desserts like cherry-almond torte.

In short, I'm not putting myself in a box. Unless it's a pretty box. In which case, I might consider it.