I went from being a Washington, D.C. career woman to alerting my husband via text message that I had quit my job. I sold my Mercedes, fired the nanny, flew off to Nicaragua and found Jesus all in a two week period. Six months later we became an interracial family when we adopted our youngest son. I have gone from staying at home to working mom and back again. My main mission is to keep my kids from becoming strippers and thieves. Spying on Suburbia is my own personal therapy session, my place to feel a bit less insane, as I alternate between accepting and fighting (more fighting) that I live on a cul de sac in vanilla-ville marking the time with each holiday flag I hang from my house.