Well, this site certainly turned out different than I had planned. But no matter, it is what it is, right?
Who Am I?
Good question, my friend.
I am Mom to three, Grandma to two, Birth Mother to one and sad parent of a little one lost before birth.
I am love, I am rage, I am laughter & joy. Buried down deep, I am grief & sorrow. I am dark. I am purple and I am orange. Occasionally, I am acrylic paint laid on canvas and doodles made of bright glaze pens.
I am daughter, sister, wife, artist, writer, traveler, mathematician, strategist, brain stormer and bullshitter, in no particular order, among other things. I am the wind. I am creative, yet I live in a world of logic.
I’ve spent many years living in my head, and now that I am older, I want to live from my heart. Open it up to life and love and, yes, loss if need be.
It was loss that sealed up my heart tight so many years ago. Wrapped up the hurt and dropped it in the deep freeze for 30 years. Now it is defrosting and shit, it hurts at times.
But the tingling of parts I didn’t know I had, the vibrant colors of creativity and love coming to life, make it worth the effort. But still, healing hurts and truly it sucks.
What Is This?
This blog is my “Fuck You” to fear. On these pages, I spill my guts, sift through the wreckage and try to piece back together some semblance of sense and beauty. You might find some pearls here and there, but there is an awful lot of shit here as well. Sorry about that.
By the way, if you find bad language offensive, please do not read this blog. Believe me, you are gonna get pissed. I might even talk about…gasp…sex. Or even worse…relationships!
Who the hell knows what is going to come up. It’s gonna be a wild ride, people, so hang on! Let’s have some fun.