i am a writer. i am short by most standards, but tall according to my mother. i am mom to two boys. i am “honey,” if i’m younger than you. i am “ma’am” if i’m older (though i prefer “miss”). i am an insomniac. i am generally happy. i am caffeinated. i am a wife. i am not a wino, but i wish i was because i drink pinot grigio. i also drink franzia out of a box. i am okay with that. i am a creative writing instructor. i am a townie. i am a meat-eater, especially bacon. i am a professional thomas the train track builder. i am a proofreader. i am a hugger. i am obsessed with stationary. i’d rather read old newspapers than current events. i am a reader. i am all of these things, but not in this order. i am a talker. i am not good at athletic activities except for walking, and even then, i sometimes fall. i am good at remembering events, though often not words. i am awkward. i live in a past that’s not my own. i am blue-eyed and fair-skinned. i am tired. i am sister to a girl and two boys. i am a scrabble champion. i am bruised. i am not optimistic or pessimistic. i am impatient. i am a voa-er, a goodwill-er, a wannabe hippie. i am not a sports fan, though i like sports fans.