I'm grateful for the expected -- my beautiful baby and wonderful family, my amazing friends, and so it goes. I'm also grateful for the less expected. Those who pissed me off and hit my triggers. Challenges that left me tearful and feeling helpless. Shitty Prius drivers. They all help me to become even more fully who I am.
I can post what I consider an intriguing literary-related thought or an edgy topic or just an off-kilter observation about myself or the world and get a moderate amount of notice. I can post a picture of Baz considering his fist and my friends go apeshit. Damn.
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups. I'm represented by Miriam Altshuler of DeFiore & Co., but of course, my views are my own.