May is a misplaced Southerner. Having spent a decade on the West Coast, she still tries to order grits at every breakfast restaurant and is on a personal mission to spread the popularity of fried okra. Rainy days in Oregon are spent inside writing dark, gritty romance, or drawing and covered in charcoal. Sunny days are almost always spent on the softball field or fishing. And truth be told, you can probably find her on a softball field on rainy days too. It's the best excuse to play in the mud.
