For the past several decades, I’ve woke up nearly every day loving and feeling very proud of what I do for a living. I passionately believe it is good work in the world. Every cell in my body knows why I do what I do.

THE GOOD: 
Life by the sea in a comfy little cottage is my happy place. My list of loves includes: travel! travel! travel! Funky artisans and hand-made creations, the marriage of words on objects, rich intimate conversations, relaxed candle-lit dinner parties with friends, a really good hug, the use of clever language, an intelligent dirty sense of humor, being around someone playing acoustic guitar, good movies, laughing until it hurts, having my heart moved to tears while witnessing acts of human kindness & generosity, animals (especially dogs!), surprises, passion in many forms, hedonistic pleasures, modern conveniences, the shape of a mermaid, the scent of the ocean around a campfire. I’m highly amused by eccentric, unfiltered people with strong personalities. I dig hanging out with compassionate, open-minded, self-reflective people. 

THE BAD: 
Patience with technology is not a virtue of mine. I kiss better than I cook, but I set a mean table. I have a knack for killing vacuums – so far the Dyson has survived, but it is beginning to show signs of disgust and wanting to hurl itself violently against the wall if I touch it again. I wish I were more mysterious but have no poker face whatsoever, I try, but my Monalisa smile self-destructs in 10 seconds. I know the dark side of perfectionism, intimately, and it’s not pretty.

THE UGLY: 
I can not stand false, rude, arrogant, close-minded, mean-spirited people, and I never spend time with anyone I know to be cruel. I despise being tickled. Two of the worst sounds in the world to me are listening to people eat crunchy food, and the sound of...well, it's really just the sound of people eating.