Carrie Cooperider is a maker of sentences, pictures, food, and ungodly messes. She lives on an island in the Atlantic, in a state of disarray bordering on chaos. Such of her work that could be confused with commodity or that simply smelled delicious at the time has been consumed, in some cases by institutions and people you may have heard of or even know personally. Carrie’s credentials—schools, shows, publications, character testimonials, and so forth—are available upon request.
Carrie Cooperider is old enough to know better—or so you would think.