I have wanted to be a writer for as long as I remember, and I have a million and one stories about the places I've been and the people I have met along the way.
Some of the things I have earned money doing include waitressing, working in a chicken processing plant and a garment factory, and my all-time favorite - reporting and writing for a small, independent newspaper. I got to write all day long and they actually paid me! Now I work all day for the court and come home to blog and write numerous emails about my daily life to my friends and family, searching the internet for ways to sell my stories. My niece turned me on to Helium.com, and I am hoping it will be a turning point for me in my quest.
There are many facets to my life and personality, and not enough space in this box to describe myself fully and most accurately. I have children and grandchildren, a storybook romance with my soulmate, and have maneuvered many obstacles to achieve a measure of personal success. I hope to be able to share these things with people through my essays. If I can think of anything else I need to say about myself, I will update this bio...
My passion is ...
Writing
I know too much about ...
Nothing. You can never know too much.
My parents always told me ...
Don't put all your eggs in one basket.
My childhood ambition ...
To be a published author and see my face on a book jacket.
My favorite memory ...
The day my first grand-daughter was born and I held her for four hours.
Why I write ...
Because I have to...
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
KPEK-FM 1003thepeak.com
My first job ...
A regular gig as a babysitter for the same family every week.
My best moment ...
I've had a lot of good ones, hope not the best one yet!
My inspiration ...
Everything.
My second husband was raised in a conflicted environment, his mother staunchly Catholic and his father having an aversion to anything religious. There was overuse of alcohol which led to extreme domestic violence. He and his siblings were subjected to the stark contrast of what they learned in church and how their parents treated each other. At 12 he was an altar boy for his parish, but discovered that the priest his mother trusted was in no way a trustworthy figure, especially with young boys. From then on he refused to participate in what he saw as direct hypocrisy, and it colored his vi...
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