For the first five years of my life I thought my name was Brat. I guess you could say I was a spirited child. I wasn’t the sort of brat that cries on her fifth birthday because the new Gucci lunchbox she received from her friend Torgan Piper was from last year’s collection. I was more of a take charge little thing with big ideas. I screamed. I yelled. I got upset. I laughed loud. All emotions were on or off, not really much in between. I had a way and if it didn’t go, I let it show. This blog is about me. This is a place like many others, I’ll write about observations, reactions, pontifications on a myriad of thoughts that come while I’m either giggling with my three beautiful children, laughing with my husband, doing laundry or picking the mess I picked up for the tenth time that day. I spent a lot of my life studying through institutions about Psychology, Dance and Computer Science ending with degrees in all three. I had a life as a choreographer, dancer, producer, teacher, artist type. I had another life as a high tech engineering director at a bay area dot that had an arm in Seattle of which I was acquired into. Now, I’m taking a small retirement or rather enlisting in a fulltime job with no breaks or morning snooze button as I look after three young children with my husband. Brat Like Me is an idea I had as I watch my children exhibit similar tendencies in familiar situations that reminded me that I too was once a brat and I’ve totally lost sight of that. I know I’m not the only brat who grew up to be an okay person. We’re dreamers with follow through us brat types. We dream big, shoot high, work hard and when that doesn’t work, we scream, charm, network, sometimes even gently claw as part of maneuvering our way to what we want.