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Howdy! Would you like to send me an email? Good. I love email—I check it compulsively. And occasionally I write back. =)
Please use this nifty little form to draft your letter:
I am a writer by trade and a procrastinator by nature. Welcome to my collection of personal narratives and other such things I’ve written in the name of time-wasting. Peruse at your leisure.

Thinks it's pretty impressive that baby Bijou already knows how to Twitter. 8 hours ago
does not want to part with her maple-and-brown-sugar-frosted pumpkin cupcakes. 2008/11/14
@Tricina YUM. 2008/11/14
I happen to think that in my lifetime, we'll either run out of oil or experience a catastrophic environmental disaster, resulting in the end to society as we know it. Until then, I will always vote for the most progressive of the electable candidates on the ballot—which is why this blog officially endorses Barack Obama.

"The word that allows yes, the word that makes no possible.
The word that puts the free in freedom and takes the obligation out of love.
The word that throws a window open after the final door is closed.
The word upon which all adventure, all exhilaration, all meaning, all honor depends.
The word that fires evolution's motor of mud.
The word that the cocoon whispers to the caterpillar.
The word that molecules recite before bonding.
The word that separates that which is dead from that which is living.
The word no mirror can turn around.
In the beginning was the word and that word was CHOICE."
– Tom Robbins
This is Calla. She looks calm, but she once ate a door:
This is Chelsea. She passed away in 2007 at age 13, but she is, and will always be, my dog:

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