5′ 4″, or more, or less, depending on the shoes, the day, and my confidence

not predisposed to publishing my weight on the internet, unless you mean the weight of responsibility, which gets hefty now and then

appreciative of both light and shadows

using all the tools to do what I was already doing

secretly wishing to be pulled onstage

not chained to the recipe

switching the backchannel

basing this on some evidence and some gut

shy at the most awkward times, a cycle that causes the universe to fold in on itself

freckled

not going to catch discouragement like the bloody flu, thank you very much

forgetful about drinking water, despite the fact there is a water bottle a foot away from my hand, and that was supposed to help

not great at sitting still for two hours straight to watch a movie, but the ocean is a different story

neither a borrower nor a lender but willing to share my cookie

quick with a haiku but slow with a limerick

so far over the term “snark” that it makes me snarky

absorbing it all like a sponge, but could use a squeeze now and then

not really from anywhere except my family

solid

good at things that defy explanation but seem to meet needs nonetheless

never going to be a blonde

surrounded by stacks of magazines, ideally

probably less of an insomniac than I think, but very much acclimated to a lack of sleep to the point of habit

more Mac than PC especially “n’ cheese”

no longer mourning not being able to have children, what with semi-pro access to one almost-teenager and another full-blown one

wishing I could make that okay for you

unafraid to wear a comfortable shoe

given to breaking metaphors

5% concerned that all this good stuff is about to come to an end, and 95% confident I can reduce that percentage

finished — well, this post