Stella Mayfair is a pseudonym.

Having blogged online for many years under her real identity Stella realized that her beloved blog had become an iron maiden of sorts. Her honesty and ability to write freely became shackled by the expectations of others and her inability to protect those she loved. Stella decided it was time for something new, so she destroyed her old blog, created a new one, secured her privacy and began blogging anew.

In order to protect her family, often times the subjects of her posts, nicknames have been given to them as well:

S.O. – Significant Other aka the husband.

Julien – Stella’s son and oldest child.

Deirdre – Stella’s oldest daughter.

Rowan – The youngest daughter.

What else do you need to know about me? That I’m pro legalization of marijuana? That I’m pro gay marriage / equality? That I’m pro-choice? Or maybe it’s the scandalous fact that I actually believe that gun control means hitting what you are aiming at? That my kids took gun safety courses?

Would you like to know that at one point I loved to write and was much better at it than I am now? That sometimes my posts fall far short of the glory I want them to reach? Or the fact that most of the time that’s exactly what happens?

Do you wonder who my online bffs are? Do you wonder which side of what line I’m on? Do you really care? Do you think I’m climbing some popularity ladder or desire to?

Do you wonder where I stood on the Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie argument? Truth is I like them both but Angelina more. I think everyone has the right to be happy and sometimes people get hurt in the process, it’s when you continue to purposely hurt that it becomes a problem. Better to say goodbye with one big ouch then draw it out by humiliating and degrading someone for months on end.

Do you wonder how I secretly picture myself in the darkness of my own thoughts?

I’ll tell you, I picture myself as some free spirit, artist type, living in a little quiet town on the coast surrounded by other free spirits of the liberal sorts. Maybe I wear flowing broomstick skirts, tunics, and silver sparkling dangling earrings. I imagine that my heart of hearts is more like Barbara Streisand in Meet The Fockers and Diane Keaton in The Family Stone.

My darling husband once quelled a stale mate between my son and myself that had gone on far too long by telling Julien that he was cutting into his sex life. It’s that kind of world around here and most of the time I love it.