Everyone asks, “Why coyotesusan?” Let’s start there…
In the mid-90’s I chose the moniker, coyotesusan, for reasons having to do with Native American mythology of the trickster and the medieval English court jester. I related to coy trickery and fashioned myself as a gal who could jest honestly with her monarch and keep her head about her shoulders.
Today, looking back on the days since I became coyotesusan online, I see an aspect of myself in another likable, yet infamous, trickster: Wile E. Coyote of cartoon fame. I have mistakenly blown myself sky high, dropped anvils on my fat head, and stumbled over cliffs into abysses of which I never expected to emerge intact. Survive I did, but unlike Wile E., I eventually learned from my mistakes and now live to tell the tales in bits and pieces.
Today, I am a transplanted northerner living in rural Alabama with my amazing husband. A rare creature, my husband, as he can rebuild a car transmission and help me build a website. I just have to refrain from ordering anvils from the Acme Corporation!
I decided to remain coyotesusan in my blogging realm for old times’ sake and the fact that people find it memorable.
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