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.
Everyday I would wear some sort of feminine secretary’s attire: A lacy pencil skirt and a blouse, either with a ruffle up the front or Monroe frills at the top or some sort of chiffon mock-turtle tying affair. I would not leave the house without thigh-high woolen stockings, ribbed with alternating knit, or seamed with a ruffle up the front. Tarten-and-leather lace-up stilletos, or clunky Victorian-style bottines. My eyes will always be smokey and I’ll wear librarian glasses when I feel like it. My hair will be in a bun or a pony tail, but it will always be messy like I’ve just gotten out of bed. I’ll wear pearls or dog tags for a necklace, and my wristwatch will be a chunky Rolex or some imitation, black rubber and silver and leather, with far more dials than necessary. Oh, and I’ll scowl at everybody. It will be awesome.