A former wild child living in Southeast Alaska, currently a self-described “spawned out old broad,” the WSW still believes in Santa, is still a hellion at heart, and still yearns to build a still in the basement so she can finally do something productive down there besides laundry. Her greatest claim to fame is the one child (that she knows of), her lovely and equally ornery daughter, Calamity Jr. For some uncanny reason, this fruit of her womb not only claims her, she occasionally phones or texts just to chat!
A longtime single mother experiencing occasional interludes of marriage further peppered with meaningless-yet-oddly-romantic liaisons involving potential future ex-husbands, the WSW has been a bona fide job-slut in the workforce. Not exactly the epitome of commitment, a few of her less-unsavory vocations have included operating a contract boat and house painting business, rock wall construction laborer, bartender, library assistant, fitness trainer, rock rabbit in a gold mine, production assistant for a Disney movie and a commercial, Pioneers’ Home recreation aide, postal clerk, log-peeler, horse-stall cleaner, and oh so many years commercial fishing the Gulf of Alaska.
Seeing as work is entirely over-rated, the WSW returned to academia recently to pursue a degree so that she can say things like, “Would you like fries with that?” with some authority. When not frequenting all the standard university haunts, the WSW adores the woods, the beach, and wide open spaces. Partial to angsty music and happy people, she attributes her Pollyanna worldview to a steady flow of comedy, the slightest trickle of whiskey, and the best dang posse on the planet.