Wendy B




She gazes out the window with an aloof air about her. “I am a mother, blogger, gamer, geek, writer and bibliophile,” she says in a refined voice. “Sometimes all at once, sometimes in pieces, not necessarily in that order, but I am these things. Always.” But when she turns to face you, you see the smile tugging at the corner of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes. “Except when I let my alter ego out to play,” she whispers in a conspiratorial tone, “in which case, I am all these things and a whole lot more.” She seems almost on the verge of letting you into her little world, but no, you have not quite proven yourself worthy yet. She turns away, a clear dismissal. Yet, she has left you with the sense that her walls are not so much walls, as they are doors. You need only find the key…