I am 5’3″ tall. I have 20/15 vision thanks to lasers. I hate the taste of beer but love high-quality tequila. I hate bugs. I love French fries. I think my dog is *the* best dog in the whole world, past, present, and future. I never drive slowly in the passing lane because I know what that lane is for.
Most of the time I think I’m never good enough at whatever I’m doing. Once in a while I think I’m pretty damned good. Bliss is what I feel when I’m standing barefoot in green grass on a summer evening and a warm wind blows my hair in my eyes. I can show you where the North Star, the Big Dipper, and Cassiopeia are. I always look up. I can’t stand the taste of black liquorice.
I can speak French. I can mangle a little Spanish. I can do a back handspring and I make a mean lemon bundt cake completely from scratch. I am easily amused. I am more easily hurt than I should be no matter how hard I try not to be. I daydream too much.
I don’t know where to begin.
More on my background and links to my writing on other sites are here.