My friend Savannah says that my quaint sense of responsibility is the reason that nothing enlightening has ever happened to me. At least that's what she used to say, before last Saturday when the tourist came in to my family's bookstore and asked if we had any reefer, and I ended up in a garbage alley navigating pigeon poop in search of enlightenment.
Krista Tibbs grew up in northern Maine and studied brain and cognitive sciences at MIT. She fortunately stumbled into a career conducting clinical research for diseases with little or no treatment options, interrupted by stints in public service and a lot of swing dancing in Washington, DC. She currently lives and writes in Knoxville, Tennessee.