About Me
So, who is Paula Tracey? I am a child of the seventies who came of age in the eighties. (I was born in 1968). I am the product of a conservative upbringing by parents who lived during the depression. I am fiercely independent, the result of being extracted from the the white picket life I led with my husband of almost two decades. I am a daughter and the mother of two daughters. I am in my element as a consultant, but my passion is the written word. I have the soul of a writer, but have yet to determine if I have the stomach to be a successful at it.
My residence is in Texas, in a house that is less than ten miles from my childhood home. My body, however, tends to be in the Washington DC area most of the time. No matter where I roam for work or play, the city of DC has captured my heart. It just feels like home. I love that historic city more than I have ever loved any man.
The etiquette of polite society is as natural to me as breathing and I appear to be the perfect lady. But if you look closely, you will see the tiara of southern upbringing is a tad tarnished. As I have aged, I have discovered that life is too short to always follow the rules I was taught as a child Sometimes, living outside the norm is the only way to discover what matters the most to me.
When it comes to my personal life, I am single. To be honest, I don’t know if I will ever settle for monogamy again. I do admit to having a soft spot for “the Boy”, but when I look into the crystal ball of my future, I don’t see him as the one I’m playing cards with in my eighties. In fact, no one man I have met seems to be able to fill all my needs. I don’t know if I will ever marry again, but I’ve been cautioned to never say never. I have discovered that sex without the trappings of love can be freeing and that donning stockings and lingerie is more liberating than any power suit.
That’s me. Simple in many ways, but complex in others. I’m a tarnished southern belle who breaks many rules. But you’ll never see me wear white shoes before Easter or after Labor Day.
There are some rules I just can’t break.
(updated 08/10/08)