I’m a homemaker. That leaves out housekeeping, though, as I’m a rather horrid one. I’m a fairly decent cook, pretty good baker.
I’m a cradle Episcopalian (third generation), a Lion, mostly resigned to being a transplanted Texan, a bibliophile, a logophile (lover of words), a role-player, and a geek. I EQ, WoW, chat, Twitter, LiveJournal, and generally spend a lot of time futzing around on the ‘net.
I’m staff to/owned by a pair of goofy kitties, PITA (Pain In The … well, you know), a peach-point Siamese, and Pepa, a brindle calico. They’re 14 years old, siblings from the same litter. They do their best to alternately keep me sane and drive me crazy.
Where did “Black Kestrel” come from?
It’s actually a little bit of Mary Sue-ness. I had been reading Mercedes Lackey’s Bardic Voices series when I came up with my first free-form online text-based narrative roleplaying character on a chatsite called WBS. Beautiful, red-haired, talented… all the things I wished I could be, of course. Like the characters in the Bardic Voices, she chose the “nom de musique” of a bird. “Kestrel” was already taken, so she specified the super-melanated version and the Black Kestrel was “born.”
I’ve got the red-haired down, thanks to Garnier (screw you, Miss Clairol, you fry my hair!), and fortunately, my husband thinks I’m at least reasonably pretty. I have enough musical talent to keep from embarrassing myself in a church choir.




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