About Me

I'm a lawyer, mom, tennis player and erstwhile writer.

Missoula's just a really small town to lots of folks, but to a lot of other folks it's really big. Isn't that odd? Same place, different perceptions. I moved here in 1980, left for a bit, then returned in 1983. Haven't left since then, other than for trips and vacations.

To me, Missoula is growing exponentionally. I drive out on Reserve Street (which used to be a two-lane country road not so long ago) and ask myself, "Who are all these people?" I go to Griz football games (which esentially did not exist for the first decade and a half I lived here) and marvel at what an industry "Griz-wear" has become.

At the same time, it's still a place where you can know lots of people if you want to, and be known even if you don't. "Whoville," as a friend of mine used to describe it. Walk down Higgins Avenue with a man who is not your spouse, and be sure at least three people will have seen you. Pick your nose in your car, even at high speeds -- and someone you know will be driving toward you and see you. It's hard -- not impossible -- to be invisible here. That's really wonderful, and really awful. Odd, isn't it?