Give me whimsy or give me chocolate
I’ll accept either, or both.
Just your average gal with terrible typing habits, an over-zealousness for alliteration and the kind of audacity that convinces a person she can reupholster a whole couch in two weeks, despite never having touched a staple gun.
When it comes to my work, I’m committed to going above and beyond, looking for answers where most would not think, such as inside a hatbox, or at the fresh deli counter at Publix. Weather permitting, I’ll even howl politely to the moon, and await her response in three to five business days.
I’m not so good at sixth-grade math, but then I don’t think anyone other than sixth graders are.
When I’m not shading friends and family via poetry, I enjoy cold brew coffee, color-coordinated bookshelves, bees, and topiary. Preferably bee-shaped topiary.
My one goal in life: to doggedly outrun carpal tunnel.