“Well, then,” said the Little Red Hen, “I will.”
What people want to read on About pages is a little baffling. A lifetime of writing, the person holding the pen, all wrapped up in a series of labels… OK.
Queer/Pan/Cis, disabled (neurodivergent, baby!), woman, short, sometimes angry, often grateful, tells the truth. Come for the snark, stay for the smart. Hope. Which is very different from optimism.
Now, who will help me eat the bread?
The Little Red Hen 