. . . etc . . .

I'm one of those clumsy people you may see walking into door frames & tripping over their own feet more often than the average bear.

Being graced with ungraceful tendencies is my plight, but it is a small price to pay for the serendipitous events that can surface during unfortunate butter finger circumstances.

That is what I tell myself, anyways... in order to remain somewhat sane.

I have been known to burst into public hyper fits... for I am a self-proclaimed goofball.

I love the sun, the snow, the rain and the wind.
Sunsets, sunrises and the tide.
The moon, the stars and daydreaming.
I have an unhealthy attachment to the art world & cannot live without music.

I am a nature lover thru and thru... and would choose to climb a tree over shopping any day.

I am a recovering theater geek and know that I will always be comforted by visiting that world of words, worth & wigs.

I dabble in countless modes of self-expression: whether it be in written form or visual art.

I do not claim to be an expert in anything and do not wish to sound like an ego-maniac... but I love being me.

“A writer ought to comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable.” —Mark Twain.

“We must overcome the notion that we must be regular...it robs you of the
chance to be extraordinary and leads you to the mediocre.” —Uta Hagen.

“We have to do the best we can. This is our sacred human responsibility.” —Albert Einstein