Having become more serious in my desire to become a published writer, I am plagued by a sense that I ought to establish some sort of respectable online presence. It's what writers do, I think. This is to say, an online presence where I minimize the risk of alienating anyone with evident perversions and/or convolutions in my personal sense of humor,  opinions on political, social, spiritual, literary, musical and personal matters, the status of pizza as a vegetable, the giant roiling seas of electric voices in the wilderness, life on other planets, my hazy relationship with punctuation that no English degree can cure,  those god-awful boots with open toes, my disdain for stupidity, including my own, perhaps also my Pollyanna-tastic wonder in regards to the universe. Quite frankly, it scares people. To maintain a respectable online presence it is most advisable for me to sit  quietly, smiling weakly with my hands folded in my lap, my ankles crossed, perhaps contemplating my desire for a cup of tea. 

My mother says this is no way to introduce one's self seriously. It's the best I can do.

More importantly, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for stopping by. 




Much love,

Leah