writer + joyful menace
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Not to brag, but these are the same finger-guns I threw in high school.
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When I was an impressionable little eight-year-old, I moved to Belgium and immediately fell in love with a man who spoke 17 languages. I don’t remember…
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In my post-divorce life, so much of what once felt certain and safe is now up in the air. By nature, I see the unknown as…

I’m a writer working on a novel, a screenplay, and an unreasonable number of other ideas that ensure I finish none.
I’m fascinated by the things we learn when we admit we have absolutely no idea what we’re doing.
I admit this often.
Goose, Cake, Violent Femmes, the devil on my shoulder.
Taxes, cleaning, and anything to do with adulting.
Also, the plague.
Aug: Florida
Sept: Colorado
Oct: California
Everything is Tuberculosis. Don’t let the name fool you – this is not a smutty romance novel.
Destinations that are a circus in your mouth: Banff. Abu Dhabi. Cappadocia. Zanzibar.
A story about Pangea that results in a matriarchy. Because aliens are smart.