“Son,” the old guy says, “no matter how far you travel, or how smart you get, always remember this: someday, somewhere,” he says, “a guy is going to come to you, and show you a nice brand-new set of cards on which the seal is never broken, and this guy is going to offer to bet you that a jack of spades will jump out of the deck and squirt cider in your ear. But son,” the old guy says, “do not bet him, for as sure as you do you are going to get an earful of cider.”
—“The Idyll of Miss Sarah Brown,” Damon Runyon, 1933
In interchangeable order, depending on the day:
I’m a Mommy — Responsible for the well-being and table manners of a twelve year-old Pokémon Trainer and a eight year-old blend of Kara Zor-El and a Philadelphia lawyer.
I’m a Reader — I average . . . I have no idea how many books per week. I read anything that doesn’t move too fast and if I’m moving too fast, I read it along the way (peripheral vision is key). And sometimes I share the stuff I like (type Book Review in the search window in the sidebar, there).
I’m a Writer — Biographer of notable local dead people (not your local, my local), rehasher of history, keeper of half-written shipwrecks, completer of three drawer novels, and currently querying Pigeons, and WIPping up a couple of new projects.
I’m a Spouse — Twenty years, still on my first husband. I guess we both lost track of time, or something.
I’m a Librarian —
“I really didn’t realize the librarians were, you know, such a dangerous group. . . You think they’re just sitting at the desk, all quiet and everything. They’re like plotting the revolution, man. I wouldn’t mess with them. ” — Michael Moore (BuzzFlash interview, 13 March 2002)