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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.

 

RIP Glenn. My family ate several time a week at the Our Center, a food pantry and soup kitchen, where he volunteered. Though I didn’t know him very well, he was always so sweet to our kids. 
This obituary, on the other hand… I am so saddened and angry. He 'was part of the homeless in Longmont'?? Really? He can’t avoid being otherized, even in death? You have to point out that he was fucking homeless? He spent countless hours volunteering and helping other people, but what comes first is the fact the he was homeless? What the fuck makes people think it’s okay to otherize human beings like that? What makes them think it’s necessary to point out “You’re not like me, you’re different, you’re ‘part of the homeless.’” What the fuck does that even mean, ‘part of the homeless’? Like they’re some kind of leper community or transformers that will assemble into something bigger and scarier? Or is it partially a grammatical error, like ‘always found joy in everyday’? 
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: The Times-Call is the least fucking professional newspaper ever to be in print. 

RIP Glenn. My family ate several time a week at the Our Center, a food pantry and soup kitchen, where he volunteered. Though I didn’t know him very well, he was always so sweet to our kids. 

This obituary, on the other hand… I am so saddened and angry. He 'was part of the homeless in Longmont'?? Really? He can’t avoid being otherized, even in death? You have to point out that he was fucking homeless? He spent countless hours volunteering and helping other people, but what comes first is the fact the he was homeless? What the fuck makes people think it’s okay to otherize human beings like that? What makes them think it’s necessary to point out “You’re not like me, you’re different, you’re ‘part of the homeless.’” What the fuck does that even mean, ‘part of the homeless’? Like they’re some kind of leper community or transformers that will assemble into something bigger and scarier? Or is it partially a grammatical error, like ‘always found joy in everyday’? 

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: The Times-Call is the least fucking professional newspaper ever to be in print. 

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  3. stephentkennedy said: Sadly, I have to take issue with the least professional paper bit. That’s pretty shitty, but they’re at least tied with the Arkansas Democrat Gazette.
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