
Wordsmith by night; civil
servant by day. Mama to
three lovely monsters. I
believe in wishing on first
stars and dandelion puffs;
that clean laundry is not over-rated but
put-away laundry is; that the glass really
is half full; and that imagination can
never be too nurtured. I have a station
wagon filled with living proof. Let’s just
not discuss that the metaphorical half-
full glass is (in my life) a juice box, and
that sometimes it gets squirted all
over the rear-view mirror (and the back
of my head).
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