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Writing has always been my passion, but with a marriage, raising a family, and just living day to day it was put on the back burner for a long time. With the death of my son I reevaluated my life, and my passion for writing was back with a vengeance. My head was so full of words I couldn't get them on paper fast enough. Poetry, song lyrics and short stories literally dripped from my pores. My broken heart was lashing out desperately for something to grasp.. a strong hold.. a safe place to mend. One word, one line at a time I slowly started to live again. I miss my son, and the others who have left my life more than words can express. It has been almost four years now, and my head is still full of words, but with the writing came a peace and calmness in my soul.

I ask myself who am I ? Basically, on the surface, I am your average, East Texas small town girl. I live in a little frame house on fifteen acres. I love animals, working in my yard, and sitting out by a fire at night sipping some brandy and looking at the stars. I drive a pick up truck.. Ford to be exact. I listen to classic rock and roll music.. Lynyrd Skynyrd, Meatloaf, ZZ Topp, Eagles, Black Crows, Stevie Ray Vaughn, and Bob Seager being some of my favorites. Mexican or Chinese food restaurants are where I would say there is good food, but a cheeseburger and fries at the Sonic is good too. I like movies with strong characters, a good plot, and happy endings. I don't do scary or porn..eeek! I usually apply the same rules to the books I read, but since my brain is dependent on reading for survival, I will compromise if I have to. The back of a cereal box can be very interesting if you have nothing else to read.

The depth of my character I attribute, and can be defined by my experiences over these fifty years of living. First and foremost I believe in God, and give Him the praise for all the good people and things in my life. My parents were the wisest and most forgiving and compassionate people I was ever lucky enough to know. I still believe in true love and happily ever after, but do not depend on it to define who I am, or to make me whole. I miss my loved ones that are not here anymore, but cherish their memories. I see my son's face everyday in my two precious grand daughters, and know how proud he would be of them. I write from my soul, and try diligently to improve and perfect this gift, in hopes that my words will live on, long after I have left this Earth.

Who am I ? By definition..... the product of the choices I have made, molded by the lessons learned, hardened and softened at the same time by the wicked twists of fate and tragedy, wiser with the miles of my age, and a survivor, still viable, hopeful, and joyously optimistic on my journey through life. Who am I really? No one special..... just me.

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