My name is Anne, and I'm a writer.
Halfway through college I married a man with a beard who told me in high school that he was going to marry me. When we graduated, we moved to Des Moines in the fair land of Iowa and bought a hundred-year-old house. Now he spends his days downtown working with numbers, and I spend mine making the house into exactly what we want it to be. I also do a lot of reading and writing, and I make a lot of exciting plans that I don't always carry out (you'll notice that this is a theme around here).
I write all the words here and take all the pictures. My editorial staff consists of the man with the beard.