My name is Lindsey, though.
In Minnesota. From Alabama.
I brew beer, crochet, sit dogs, draw carrots, and occupy a small studio apartment with a lovely human being and two orange sister cats.
It’s caught between a low-rent, artsy McPunk past and an absurdly gentrified present. But Miriam Rudolph’s etchings, Dave Eggers’ drawings and two side-by-side windows beckon.
