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So my name is Karen. I have wanted to be a writer since I was little. Along the way, I wondered if maybe it wasn't for me. Now I know better. So if I seem wordy, that's why. Okay, a little about me.

I am a child of God in training. Sometimes the whole faith thing confuses me but I know where to turn in a crisis. So I can't give up on Him. He's never given up on me.

About four or five years ago, I started following professional tennis. I've figured out most of the rules but I can't talk about the technicalities. I don't know an unforced error from any other kind. Favorites: Roger "The Maestro" Federer, Jo-Wilfried Tsonga, David Ferrer, Juan Martin del Potro (get well, buddy), and Gael Monfils.

When the mood strikes, I can be motivated to bake -- not to be confused with cooking. I say that to men and they are like what is the difference. Well, one is more art; the other is more science. The fun is in the doing. My last project was Red Velvet Cupcakes. They were more like Red Velvet Bricks but they were moist bricks.

I have a host of health issues (who doesn't, right?).  Among all the other stuff going on, perfectionism and anxiety almost took me out. But I don't die easy.

I watch more television than the law allows. In my defense, I watch smart television. While others in my house can be found watching Real Housewives on Sunday night, you can find me tuned in to all things Masterpiece, e.g. Downton Abbey, Endeavor, Sherlock, Poirot, etc.

As a child, I loved Scooby-Doo. Who knew a bunch of meddling kids and their punk dog would spark a love of whodunits? Nine times out of ten, I can tell the guilty party. Hint: it's usually the people who tell the cops they will help in the investigation any way they can.

Logic puzzles relax me. And I'm getting faster with them.

One of my biggest time thieves is researching health and food issues. (Soy is everywhere!) And the information found is not wasted. I am the person in the grocery store reading labels. Then when I turn around, there are all these people trying to get to the shelf.

Don't care what you say. The gold standard of women in music is Celine Dion. While I can't sing like her, I can carry a tune. For that reason, I love singing competitions and am a harsh critic of today's singers.

I'm a neat freak. Enough said.

And someone told me I was a deep thinker. It's my highest compliment to date.

Well, you will certainly glean more from my posts. I am truly glad you are here.