Shari Slade is a snarky optimist. A would-be academic with big dreams and very little means. When she isn’t toiling away in the non-profit sector, she’s writing gritty stories about identity and people who make terrible choices in the name of love (or lust). If she had a patronus it would be a platypus.
Frequently found in a blanket fort, you can also find her on twitter.
