Mac Dryfe

Mac Dryfe has spent the majority of her life in the state of Michigan surrounded by the freshwater arms of the Great Lakes logging hours between the bright City lights and the battle cry of frogs in farm country. Her writings honor the dichotomy o these dueling spiritual perceptions.

M.D., as she'll be referred to for the balance of this micro-bio, hasn't owned a fossil fuel burning vehicle in over three decades. (A little long in the tooth if you ask me, which you didn't, but too late now). Instead, she's opted to place her faith in the resilience of her own two feet. And of course, in public transit, where she both wittingly and unwittingly sops up, like a piece of day- old bread, all the humanoid mingling her essence requires. This self-imposed lifestyle has caused her to fervently abstain from the overwhelming buffet of societal contact tech has thrust upon her tenderized soul.

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M.D. perceives herself as a verbal superhero and rabid listener on the sidewalk of life to tales of ransacked ecstasies and threadbare woes. And as such has aurally traversed the off-kilter byways and alleys of others. You see, all too often these stories have included forms of sexual abuse and so her characters brave these man-created tripwires and landmines on their unique journeys to self-discovery.

M.D. believes she has words of value to impart and employs the written language as her confidant and transcriber.