I fell apart at 30. And now, at almost 32, I'm put back together. Mostly. It involved a year of living with my parents, a six month sabbatical in rural Georgia, and a lot of wine. I'm a work in progress. Sometimes I'm funny, sometimes I'm serious, most of the time I don't have a damn clue what I'm doing, and I'm all the time enchanted. Basically, I'm trying. Stick around. It's gonna be fun.