I’m Marisa.
When I was in the second grade, I decided I was going to be a writer after reading Ramona Quimby, Age 8. And even though I went to school for writing, I still don’t fully understand how commas work. (I also don’t care.)
I’m the kind of tarot reader who wants to tell you exactly which fictional character embodies the card I’ve just pulled. Every spread is a story.
I live in Oklahoma City with a Chris (good dude with a beard) and a Rosie (bad dog with a heart of gold).