I write (words but also code).
Sweet tea by day; prosecco by night.
I killed my television but my books may kill me, the next time I have to move all of them again.
The friendships of witty women give me life.
If home is where the heart is, then mine is Portland and Atlanta and New York and any mountain trail where there is a stream and a Siberian husky.
When I'm traveling away from home, I self-medicate my dogsickness by throwing myself embarassingly at other people's mutts on the street. Sorry about that, dog-walking strangers.