This is my very private personal blog and it remains infinitely more popular than my official author blog where I try to come off as a real live professional person/ author.
I'm Mik. I have a love affair with Impalas. I am afraid of spiders and alcoholics. I am a yogurt connoisseur. Future meta-magician. Former logic clinician. Former model. Former bookstore owner. Some other stuff. Currently mother, author, freelance editor and editor for Kleft Jaw Press.
Testimonial from a former roommate:
"Living with you was like living with a quiet little opinionated deer person who floated around like a ghost and said smart/nutso things and ate seaweed. "
I divide my time between Boulder, Colorado and Wichita, Kansas. I love mountains. I love hiking. I read and write. I raise my daughter to the best of my ability. I have lupus and have defeated early-stage cancer twice, so I pretty much fully support the use of medical marijuana.
The rich are weak. They can’t even use the same stuff as poor people without giving it a fancy new rich-people name. Fuck you in your polenta-hole, bohemian bourgeoise. We’ve been calling it ‘grits’ for 150 years.
I finally said “Fuck it” to my taxes. I give up. Good luck to the IRS trying to make me care.
I’ll be ending Tax Day by co-hosting a @kleftjaw radio show with Gabriel Ricard and Lindsey Thomas. We’ll be discussing Blind Date at the Glass Eye Disco and Unemployed Art Teacher on Acid or whatever.
Here’s the link. Reblog and stuff. 11pm Mountain time/ 10pm Central Time.
I have a very serious Lego addiction. I just want… er… my daughter… to have all the cool Legos.