Half Maverick

The whole maverick was my father, pictured left. Rarely has a photo ever captured a soul so completely and concisely. Imagine this man married (though relatively briefly) to my Jesus-loving, hair-salon going, country club mother – it’s a wonder they ever even crossed paths. The result of their unlikely and mystifying union is me…who is still trying to figure out what I’m going to do when I grow up and get big.

So far I’m a painter, writer, needlepointer, outdoor adventurer, unconventional (and unapologetic) woman, mistaken zygote, actress, business owner, existential detective, stained glass artist, snarkist, and occasional calculus and statistics tutor.

(No, for real.)

Who knows what I’ll be next.

More will be revealed.