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LeeAnn Stevens LeeAnn, a proud and salty New Englander, said she’d never be one of those East-coasters who move to Boulder. Everybody moves to Boulder. It was a late spring visit to the Boulder County Farmers’ Market that finally broke her down. “Fine. I’ll move,” she sighed in resignation. Equally left and right-brained, LeeAnn is good with words and numbers. An only child (at least we think that’s why), she takes perfectionism to a whole new level of obsessive compulsiveness. She loves butter, dark chocolate (minimum of 54% cacao solids), dry aged ribeye (grass-fed and at least an inch and a half-thick of course), rock climbing, National Geographic, folk music and puppies. She worries about the state of healthcare in this country, about mothers and children in Darfur and Haiti, about all or our waste that we don’t recycle or compost, and for the future of the written word. She lives here in Boulder with her well-mannered Black Labrador, Olive, and her charming but challenging Lakeland Terrier, Caper. |
