Okay, I don’t look like this anymore and somehow we lost track of that great old Evinrude outboard, but I think the old lifejacket is in our basement somewhere and I still get the same dopey grin when I’m out on freshwater in my beloved state of Michigan. I am an independent historian, a poet, arts journalist, editor, indexer, musician, and I have more fabric, thread, yarn, sewing notions, and fiber arts books than is decent. I am a proud feminist liberal tree-hugger. I think “woke” is a compliment. My pronouns are she/her.