I was born as a baby bird and my parents found me under a rock. They fed me worms and set me on a wooden perch until I lost my feathers and became a little girl. This is the story my mom told me. No, really.
I can write with my toes, but I never blog with them .
I sling ink and tell stories for a living; lots of time, that is for the most excellent folks at Quick . Others stuff is here . I twitter here
I love me some volunteer work. If you are homeless, mentally ill, or an arts organization, I'm sure to try to take you home and pet your head. Even if you are none of these things, I may still try to register you to vote.
I am a sucker for coffee with real cream, good matting on a photo, and drag queens. I'm curious, ENFP, and if I could, I'd rent a Winnebago, kidnap a few friends, and drive to Vancouver. The end.
