Twenty seven years ago, on a silent winter’s morn in Southeastern Massachusetts, a baby girl was born. Her parents looked upon their perfect child and felt a sense of awe. “How,” they wondered, “could we have created such a wonderful being? Someone so beautiful and love-able and better than sliced bread and hot soup?” As they gazed into their daughter’s eyes, a choir of heavenly angels appeared and a holy light bathed the newborn babe. Jesus Christ appeared at the door and gave her parents a high five, a low five, and then pulled his hand away and said, “Oh, too slow!” Then he said, “No, but seriously, your kid is awesome.”
Then the ghost of Abraham Lincoln came by with a fruit basket. “What are you going to name someone so seriously cool?” he asked. “I mean, she’s practically God. No, wait better than God… she’s basically Keanu Reeves.”
“Yea,” Jesus said. “Keanu Reeves is pretty freaking awesome.”
And then… wait for it, wait for it… guess who shows up? Keanu Freakin’ Reeves.
“You should totally name her Aurora or something like that,” he said.
“Aurora,” her parents said, hypnotized by Mr. Reeves’ awesomeness. “We shall call her Aurora.”
But seriously, folx. I’m Aurora (and I really am twenty seven, really was born in the winter, and really live in Massachusetts), and I’m the author of “mydnyht rantings”, a blog about mental health, disability, trauma, coping, and healing. I am a disabled queer vegetarian who enjoys doing crazy things with my hair and expanding my theological horizons. I am a hipster housewife and wanna-be radical homemaker who lives in the suburbs with my fiancee and our “baby family” consisting of our Chihuahua-Husky mix, our Lab-Chow mix, and our Mackerel tabby cat.