I am the woman who walks around Boston with fountain pens sticking out of every pocket and bag. I was born at the end of 1948 in Philadelphia and became fascinated with fountain pens in 1956 when my father wouldn't let me play with his Parker 51. We weren't allowed to use fountain pens in grade school, so I started using the inexpensive, transparent Sheaffer cartridge pens in junior high school and never turned back. However, only in the past few years have I gathered enough pens to keep several in every room of my house. I never did get to play with my father's pen; it disappeared after his death in 1963.
I am a writer of fiction, sometime tutor and teacher of adults trying to learn English, aspiring singer (of mostly classical music). I taught college for a while, using my Ph.D. in German language and literature to earn a semi-honest living. I am a student of the history of religion, alternative healing modalities, and a general, all-around collector of useless information.
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