On my good days, I read and I write. I watch my baby get bigger. I volunteer, social medialize, laugh loudly, master chef for my family and love them endlessly. On my bad days, I curse and eat mac and cheese and let my kid watch all the cartoons, and they turn out to be good days too. Any given day I will pick a fight for what I believe in. And I like to wear hats. Lots and lots of hats.