Get to Know Me

Born Catherine Ann Furey back in 1969, I was immediately labeled a handful by hospital nurses. Really, I just needed some love. My mother noticed a peaceful and content baby whenever she held me and gave me constant attention.

This theme would repeat itself for the rest of my life.

After college, I legally replaced “Furey” with “Durkin” because an obscure Irish name is tolerable only if it comes from relatives known and loved. Then I converted to Judaism, got married in 1995, and became the modern nightmare: Catherine Durkin Robinson.

After nuptials, Husband and I ran from Tampa into the open arms of Boston. Life in a northern liberal city agreed with us. We made great friends, carved out successful careers, and traveled the world. What more could we want?

How about a baby?

We got more than we bargained for several months later when the doctor announced we were having twins. After shock gave way to joy, Husband and I packed our stuff and headed back to Tampa so my parents could provide free babysitting for life.

As I sat in the suburbs surrounded by Weber grills and confederate flags, freelance writing became my opportunity to explore all that is fun and frustrating about progressive parenting.

After a short stay in Colorado, I am back in Florida for good.

Not easily defined, I’m a feminist who’s had cosmetic surgery, a wife who has never been domestically inclined, and a mommy who doesn’t particularly like kids. In my spare time, I investigate missing socks.

Let the games begin.