Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
My wild heart is Yearning, burning & churning. Locked, loaded. Ready. The struggle is near Its end I can see the light at The end of the tunnel Finally. Goodbye to all the Almosts I’ve had in this life I embrace the ones who want To be. Forward I march With my creative and wild heart Blazing the way The match is lit I’m a firecracker of desire Passion is my middle name Nothing can stop me now
Read MoreHave you ever thought back to some of the stupid things you’ve done in your past and wanted a do-over? Yeah, me too. If only there were such things as a time machine or even Doctor Who’s TARDIS. But of course, there isn’t – it’s all fiction, even though I’d like to believe The Doctor is somewhere out there doing his whole wibbly wobbly timey-wimey thing. I’ve been in a stage of downsizing my material possessions and simplifying for the past few years – it’s just stuff after…
Read MoreMental illness runs in my family, especially depression. My mother described herself over the years as being “manic depressive” – I do not argue that fact with her. From what I can gather, her mother was also depressed. My mother refuses to take meds for her depression, and if anyone in the history of man should take meds, it should be her. I have dealt with depression issues since childhood. I was always a social butterfly, but still very much withdrawn. I never disclosed to my friends the…
Read More
