Yesterday, on our way to meet some interesting new people (hello Brian and Katie!) down in some remote part of Brooklyn that I thought only existed in tall tales, I turned to Niina and asked her for a stick of gum. She anxiously responded, “I do but I can’t get it out now, I have to dig through my purse.” And I remarked, “It’s really like Lothlórien in there, isn’t it?” Almost resigned, she said, “Yes.”

Did I mention Niina has a killer chapbook available for purchase? It’s the gift that keeps on giving, so buy a copy for your illiterate cousin in Maine.