Honestly, crocheting really brings me joy. As does reading or giving someone a batch of freshly baked cookies or bread.

I’ll be completely honest: I don’t know when to unplug. I burn out often, or get over stimulated and melt down.

When I do, it’s a lot of Enya playing quietly, my sleep mask on, and snuggles with Mac and my cat, Spock. Sometimes it’s video calls with J or Reffie, or texting with Chelé.

I’ll be thirty nine in thirty two days.

Yes.

Yes, I remember life before the internet.

I remember being thirsty for knowledge as a youngling. My addiction to book was well-founded in the dusty stacks of the library, where there was one, maybe two computers. Or word processors. I remember days before cell phones, too.

I’m not “old”, in my mind. I’m older. There is a marked difference.

I am so certain that I have answered this previously.

I’m good at many things, but mostly crochet, making people laugh, and making snickerdoodles.

It boils down, honestly, to financial stability. All else is icing on the cake.

As a child, it was a copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and What She Found There.

It was from the 1920s.

I have several collections. Primarily, I collect playing cards and tarot cards. I used to collect snow globes, but they broke in moves or got lost in transit.

Well, I believe I have already answered this , but what’s the harm in putting thought into it again?

I want to leave behind a legacy of compassion, kindness, generosity, and creativity.