Shira Lipkin sidles up to the most interesting bars, and chats with runaway gods, duty-shirking sphinxes, the Ghost of Purim Past, apostate cyborgs, and the sweetest old lady this side of the Pecos. Her superpowers include navigating the Boston area without a GPS, typing 80 wpm with one finger, and several inappropriate party tricks. She has written for royalty, but unfortunately, they didn’t read it.
She would like a monkey.