marzipangypsy is not made of sweet almond paste nor is she wise in the ways of the Romany.

Rather, she admires big words, worn-down buildings with cracked cornices, and open waters. She’s doing her damnedest to live a writing life which these days seems to include wearing rhinestones just as much it does interrogating a higher spiritual plane and attending poetry school. China bangs changed her life. She thinks "Perpetua Mirabelle" is a good name. If you see a girl standing alone in the comic book store, it’s could be her. And even though she refers to herself as a girl, she’s a locked-and-loaded, liberated, grown-up woman who pays her own bills. Plus, she’ll make you dinner if you show up in her town--especially if you bring red wine. Chiraz. She likes those now.

She’s getting ready to feel good.