In 2006, I needed a birthday present for my sister. So, I painted some postcards and typed those cards out with my typewriter.
Joy called me and told me "These are awesome! You should sell them!"
I was getting tired of the endless parade of office jobs I'd walked in and out of by then. So, I decided to start making them for a living, and selling them in bars, from a box beneath my boobs, cigarrette-girl style.

It was hard. When I started, they were $1. And it took me 45 minutes to make each card. Thankfully, my friends and family all helped. I accepted food donations. And I raised my prices to $2 each. I got a little faster at making them. And people kept buying them, collecting them, and giving them to their friends, lovers and family.

Over the last 15 years, I've made and sold 100,348 cards.
And I've become welcome in lots of lovely bars. People have called me a fixture in Oakland, San Francisco, Portland and Seattle.

Married couples tell me I helped them hook up. Friends and customers have pointed and children and said "Your cards did that." Single girls tell me "He gave me one of your cards after our second date. And he gave me cards when I moved in. And after we'd have a fight. And then I gave him a Snarky Card to dump him. And my best friend gave me a card to comfort me, after we'd broken up."

My cards have helped people through their divorces, break-ups, best friendships, hook-ups, fights, make-ups, new baby's, drinking problems and all kinds of creepy shades of love.

I'm glad that I get to help people say what they mean to each other. I hope I get to keep doing that. Until the entire world just says what they mean, all the fucking time.
Mewahahahahaha!!!
(Evil Laugh)
Love,
Alisa