I'm Mik. Model, mother, moron. Future meta-magician. Former logic clinician.
My better half and I own Brainfood Bookstore in Longmont, Colorado. It is the only exclusively indie- and local-lit bookstore in the nation. We meet a lot of crazy folks.
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 love Colorado. I love mountains. I love hiking. I read and write. I raise my children 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.
my daughter found out that babies come from bellies (because we saw a pregnant lady and she asked what was in there) and now she is conVINCED that i ate her when she was a baby and i can’t convince her otherwise no matter what i say and now she is scared i will eat her again some day :/
This morning, Sophie told me she couldn’t wash her armpits because “I don’t have any armpits! They’re gone!”
I just told her to finish her pizza and she said she can’t eat it because there are people living inside it.
Sophie: Don't cut yourself!
Me: I won't.
Sophie: Because then you won't be here anymore.
Me: Oh sweetie, even if I get cut I'll still be here.
Sophie: If you die then you won't wake up any more.
my 3-year-old: "I'm sad."
his dad: "why?"
my 3-year-old: "Because I just ate a bunch of food."
John drinking home-brew with a lot of sediment: Man I almost had to chew that beer.
3-year-old Sophie: Man I almost had to chew my milk!
Me: And what is it called when you say something that isn't true?
John: "Okay, kids, tonight Mommy and me might be a little crazy, because tonight is the night... tonight is the night they decide who our new President is."
3-year-old Lyric: "Me."
my two-year-old, upon inspecting the contents of the toilet after a bowel movement.