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Do you feel tied up in knots? You probably should. Your whole life, and mine, came from blueprints full of knots–little tiny ones. Itsy-bitsy: not just tiny, but infinitesimally small knots. DNA is a molecular knot. But, here we are, woven with all of our knots and knotty problems into the fabric of life. Isn’t that amazing? Frightening? Interesting? I thought so.

You clicked ABOUT, though. So, no doubt, you want to know who is responsible for all of this jabbering on about knots. That would be me. And I am a fantastically average person living a brief but wonderful life.

That isn’t an answer, is it?

The question, “Who are you?” (or more, realistically) ” Who do you think you are?” usually lends a much more straight-forward answer. It illustrates a much clearer mental image for the poser of the query.

The answer usually tells you what the person does for a living. I’m an architect. I’m a plumber. I’m an underwater technical ballet contortionist–first class.

Supposedly, this tells  you everything you need to know about the person. It allows you to start a proper conversation (with all the arrogance or reverence the person’s working title demands).

So, I’ll give a run down of who I am, by order of importance: I’m a human. I’m a mother to four chronological subordinates–my little human fractals. I’m an individual busy in the process of conversion to Catholicism (a Tiber Swim Team member). I’m a street-painter (not the road lines, the chalk murals that wash away). I fancy myself a writer. Also, I once took enough courses to earn a piece of *gold-foil-embossed parchment from the local diploma mill (aka state university).

So, that’s me. Now you know. Another wrinkle, and another knot have been added for you. You’re welcome. Happy reading!

*The classes I took were in psychology, but I really don’t like psychology all that much. I can’t call myself a **psychologist unless I go back to school, pay more money, and get another piece of parchment with more gold foil.

**Rumor has it, it is hard to become a proper -ist in any discipline without several bits of parchment with ***gold foil.

***I mean. What is it with the gold foil, anyway?