I’m Marie. One day I decided that if I ever actually want to be a writer when I grew up I had better start writing. So far, I’ve done a half-assed job of both. But hey, who can blame you when you’ve got a crazy family, a distaste for school, and a restlessness that could fly you around the world on its own steam? I waitress to pay the bills and buy plane tickets too. I spend my time cooking, eating, and pretending I’m writing a book when I’m not slinging those pancakes. Here’s my blog. Check it.