About

 

1972

I am the third of four daughters.

I am a five year old girl who envied the life of boys and wore toughskins with no shirt.

I am a twelve year old girl who questioned everything and fell in love with Holden Caulfield.

I am a middle school Mathlete.

I am a public school girl gone bad and put in Catholic school.

I am a homecoming queen.

I am a Design School dropout turned Philosophy student.

I am a bartender and used bookseller.

I am a suicide crisis line listener, battered women’s supporter, rape victim advocate.

I am a mother, a wife.

I am a pie baker.

I am a textile lover and a quilter.

I am a 50-some year old woman who spends a lot of time in her own head.

I am a lover of whiskey.

I am all of these things and absolutely none of them.

I am stardust. And so are you.