When I look back on my life it would seem to me I am a collector of experience and knowledge. "Appalachian Spring" would describe my childhood.

I studied art at The Ohio State University - One year 1965. In Vienna I attended Akademie der Bildenden Kunste in Wien, the same art school that refused to accept Hitler - nothing was changed, what a thrill to sit in the middle of all that history.

I did my own research on Handwriting analysis at Kent State University, and read every book available on the subject.

I had an opportunity to be involved in the excavation of an Indian Mound in Ohio. Later I assisted a cultural anthropologist study different Spiritualist cultures in Ohio and Europe.

I ran a doll workshop in Switzerland. In Vienna I tutored English for the American School and was a receptionist for a physician.

I visited East Germany twice during the cold war and on one occasion found myself being escorted from a train by guards with machine guns, interrogated and sent to Check Point Charley in East Berlin two hundred miles out of my way. I was kidnapped in Morocco and on my first trip to Europe I spent my first night in a German jail - I was nineteen then.

My first trip to Europe was by the Luxury liner TS Bremen in the middle of the seven day trip we heard Bobby Kennedy had been shot and on the way back we encountered a terrible storm the likes of which I will never forget.

The second trip to Europe was by Icelandic Airlines - This was according to the stewardess the longest flight in history-three nights and four days - not all that time was in the air.

In Scotland I worked with an Art Group re-designing Bars, restaurants and dance Halls. I did Soft Sculpture, helped with designs, blueprints and construction.

I came back to America in 1979 continued to do free lance art work.

I became a Realtor in the early eighties. Carpet sales person and area rug designer late eighties, after which I sold health insurance. I then got my series 6 and 63 so I could sell variable products, life and health insurance to the self-employed and small business.

I gave private art lessons to gifted and talented children, very rewarding.

Late nineties I was a community leader fighting City Hall defending the community's right to choose what happened to them and getting rid of a corrupt community council. This whole episode was not planned it took four years.

I worked in a hotel as administrative assistant for three years - very interesting. Currently I am a part time machine operator and mail inspector.

Now I want to write - I have always written but never tried to write professionally. I want to put all my experience to work. I can cover many topics with a certain amount of knowledge and enthusiasm.

In many cases I was there, like the first peace march in New York City stuffing daffodils into mussels of guns in Central Park. Hearing Martin Luther King in New York City, or simply being at the Edinburgh Castle to watch the one o'clock guns on the only day in hundreds of years that they failed to fire or in Glasgow to be caught shopping in the middle of one of the biggest fires in the history of Glasgow - I made sure my home had an escape route after that.

I am the mother of two and I have four beautiful grand daughters.

I devote as much time as possible to writing and I love every minute.

My passion is ...

Learning as much as possible about anything and everything to do with people.

My parents always told me ...

Don't say anything behind someone's back you wouldn't say to their face.

My childhood ambition ...

To become an Artist

My favorite memory ...

writing humerous poetry with my daughter then 15 and my son 10. We laughed so hard and the poems were not bad for nonsense.

Why I write ...

It is a compulsion

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Don't have time to read, watch TV to quiet my over active mind - love law and order

My first job ...

Secratary for a Lawfirm

My best moment ...

Hard to say I have had many great moments

My inspiration ...

The beauty of Life

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wicked

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To me you are
Merely a puff ball
Full of warped fantasies
Turned to dust!
And each time someone
Presses near you,
A million nasty
wicked little spores
Spew ...
From your endless supply of
Hate, Greed and suspicion.

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