I always figured I'd never have enough class to be Galadriel. I wanted to be Eowyn. (Problem, horses make me sneeze.)

It is perhaps not the best time to praise my cousin Miriam, a tax lawyer, an extreme conservative, and without doubt the dullest woman I've ever known.
But, when I was 12, she gave me a pair of earrings. They were shaped like leaves, and made of fine silver wire. Except for the fact that someone like Cousin Miriam wouldn't want anything to do with elves, they could have come from Lorien. So, I loved them. I still have them.