By all accounts Kate sprung fully formed from her father’s head armed with a Papermate* felt tip pen and a Rhodia** Dot Pad. She was raised by a friendly flamboyance of rambling flamingoes, and spent much of her young adulthood mooning over fictional characters and wondering why she didn’t have any feathers. Now she resides in Cincinnati, Ohio and keeps occupied with an average of seven jobs, forty-seven credit hours, thirteen student organizations and one ornery cat, Ruby. 

In her spare time she crochets creatures, cooks, and writes absurd autobiographies.

*, **-No, Papermate and Rhodia don’t pay me to say these things. They should though.