Aimee was a writer long before she was born. Her hands know little else, and feel most comfortableholding things and tapping things with which ever-afters sing and stories breathe. She married hermost favorite character of all time, a boy she met in high school with bedroom eyes and a recklesssmile. Next year, they will celebrate 19 years of marriage and the end of his 20-year Army career.They plan on buying Harleys and moving to the beach. They are the parents of two beautiful littlemuses, their 15 and 17-year-old sons. Her day job is spent writing for doctors, but by night, she isthe supreme ruler of infinite worlds created and destroyed with her toolbox of nonsense. She writesabout her Earthly oddities at PleasantlyDemented.com, and her chimera daydreams hold sway atGoddessInTheMachine.com.