Hello! I’m Deanna Caswell. I’m known around town as the “Goat Lady,” but here I’m just Deanna (or sometimes Ivory, an old college nickname).
I grew up in a rural town of 70% physicists in East TN. So, this girl…
…wanted to have a farm and raise twelve kids, and be a scientist, and possibly a ballerina.
After high school, I went to college. I majored in Marine Biology, then Marine Chemistry, then Chemistry, then Chemistry/Math double major, then Inorganic Chemistry. One semester into my PhD, I realized I’d made a mistake. I hate lab work. Oops.
I thought about trying law, medicine, teaching, or foreign missions. I even interviewed and started the application process for a few of those things, but somehow, I ended up in Marriage and Family Therapy. Random.
Then, in the process of that degree, I got married.
In the last semester of my Masters, I realized that I didn’t like counseling people either. Who was I to dabble in their lives, huh? I loved studying how people tick, but making people tick was ick. My friends today would say that I still serve as the unofficial therapist of the group (paid exclusively in Diet Coke and conversation), but I try not to mojo them too much with my mad skills.
My aversion to officially practicing my chosen career ended up not mattering anyway. I gave birth to our first child a couple of months after graduation. Then…I did it two more times.
I stayed home, happily raising fat babies, but I still felt that there was SOMETHING ELSE that I should be doing too. Not instead, mind you, but too.
As in as well.
As in IN ADDITION TO CHASING THREE PRESCHOOLERS ALL DAY?
So I started writing children’s books. Here’s a shot of me in LA at a party for children’s writers. I wore grownup clothes, lipstick, and everything. I go to that conference every other year so, I’ve bought non-yoga pants clothes three times now.
But apparently, I STILL wasn’t quite busy enough. So, in the midst of writing my third book, I had another babe last year:
Check out that unfortunate dapple of sunlight on my forehead….
See me getting by the town for our totally legal 40lbs goats:
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