63 years old, retired, but working part-time at a tiny Post Office located in a closet inside an old-fashioned family pharmacy. Mother of a son and daughter, grandmother of six. Waiting for the day I am a great grandmother. My son was killed in a car accident in May, 2006, he was 42 years old.

Playing around with art, particularly watercolor, for 15 years, or longer. Collector of art supplies, postage stamps, several kinds of coins, as many pets as my significant other will allow.

I read mysteries, books and magazines about art, Buddhism, nature, geology (especially volcanos and earthquakes) and Native American history, culture and spirituality, and World War II.