My name is Priscilla Hofmann. I’m married to Matt, the good one in the marriage, who spends his days as a Behavior Consultant for kids with autism. They are not autistic, they are children with autism. Remember that.

While originally from NH, after spending four years in Ohio and two in New Jersey, I’m back in New England enjoying the raw pleasures of Boston and its shellfish. Our intention while living here is to thoroughly kick back and enjoy life before children come along and toss us back to a painful reality where sleep is no longer a verb. My intention for Verbal Intent is to take you along for the ride. I can’t promise to be entertaining, but I can certainly promise that my back will almost always be hurting while I’m writing blog posts.

You should also know that I live for karaoke.

Verbal Intent is a spin-off of the now defunct blog, Floofed, that never got anywhere because I never put effort into it. This blog is named as such because we often find ourselves wanting to play games of Verbal Intent, but we’re not really sure what that means, so why not turn it into a blog name?

My life goals are to snuggle my dog into oblivion, to make a killing when America finally pulls itself out of this bloody recession, and to get a Grammy for audio engineering. For fun, I play the lap steel and dream of one day having a Weissenborn. I’m all five points of Calvinism, at least for the time being, and I enjoy any movie where the animals talk. Most of the experiences in my life can be segmented into categories determined by whether I was listening to Ben Harper, Van Morrison or Led Zeppelin at the moment.

We have a cat, Mojo Pin, with whom we have a love/hate relationship, and a puppy Berlin who is the greatest thing since whipped butter.

But I’m sure you would have figured that out if you read the blog.