Why Taffy?

My sweet nephew couldn’t say my name when he was small. So instead of Stephy, he called me Teffy or Taffy.

From that point on I have been Auntie Taffy. I tried to make the name, Taffy, synonymous with goofy, silly, adventurer. Mostly this involves me playing a sea monster in the pool and catching lizards with my bare hands. But I like to think of “Taffy” as a pretty good version of myself.

I’m starting this blog because I have many things to sort out about my health, weight, God, and who I am. This job takes a little bravery, honesty, and not taking myself too seriously. I thought this was a good job for Taffy, Taffy the Great.