becBec, 28.

Since getting married to Geoff (6 or so years ago) she succumbed her name to the internet. She doesn’t know why she didn’t earlier – possibly because her old last name was too unique. Her background is also fairly unique, having trespassed the Pacific for the far from glamorous role of Bible translation for the good part of her growing up years. That and she’s a twin – not identical. So not identical in-fact that she has never ever, ever dreamed of becoming a midwife (nor is she telepathic).

Christian because she likes Jesus and his hard truth and not because she likes happy feel-good feelings. Not always very good at it but as it happens to be woven and stuck, jammed into her identity (willingly).

Photographer and designer. Trained formally in the design side but the true love comes from the lens which she finally worked out after quite some time. She runs her own business which she started the first year of her first child – and doesn’t recommend anyone do this. Surprisingly it is going quite well.

In her spare time, Bec wastes hours online and used to read a lot of blogs until Google Reader did a fart and disappeared, now that time goes to Pinterest. She thinks too hard (alas less hard since having a kid), reads a large variety of books, makes a mean coffee (is a snob about it) and has moments of organisational freak.

Her goals for the year are to continue work out what it means to have a second kid and to really think about her business and where it fits in life and to redefine that balance (yet again) and to look more closely at the concept of what makes a home (and not in the stupid homemaker sense) but in a broader more philosophical/communal sense. Also to blog more (that’s a token comment right there).

One day Bec would like to travel to Europe (possibly even live there for a bit) and never rent again.