The name is Ellee, and a little bombshell fits who I am quite well. I spent most of my life in the greater Philadelphia area until I graduated college. If you need to know, I still don’t know what one does with a B.A. in Creative Writing.

I went from Philly (the land of civilization) to Maryland’s Eastern Shore, the land with my ever lovingly cynical mother, my insane father, a bunch of horses, two dogs that I’m convinced are actually bears, tea partiers, civil war reenacters, people who un-ironically wear camouflage, Rocky Horror nuts, and my trusty sidekick, Fred the Cat. In all the instanity, I managed to get married.

Then my husband, Charming, gets orders to Germany, so I moved us, an angry cat named Olive, my vast array of make-up and pin-up clothing, and my spaz of a dog, Seamus to this overcast land of strange pronunciation and people who walk into the middle of traffic.

Clearly, Little Bombshell has two connotations.