Hmmm... I'm all over the page. I'm equal parts coffeehouse philosopher, eccentric cat lady, noncomformist bohemian uber-mom, deep intellectual, hopeless romantic, author, and neurotic pain-in-the-rear. I only pretend to be responsible Monday-Friday and spoil my inner child by letting her run wild whenever I can.

My wants are simple... That sublime feeling you get from the first snowfall, from an old song that makes you reminisce about misspent youth, picnics on an autumn afternoon, memories that make you laugh until you can't breathe then til you cry, my kids on Christmas mornings, horseback trips up into the mountain air, fishing until midnight, first kisses that are warm like tropical sun on your skin - all those things rolled up into one feeling.

And I'd really like to be a great novelist one day... I am a copywriter now working on my first manuscript for publishing although I have published through my industry many times over.

My passion is ...

writing and observation.

I know too much about ...

stunted motivation.

My parents always told me ...

I had a great imagination... guess so huh?

My childhood ambition ...

to be a writer and mommy. Two out of two ain't bad.

My favorite memory ...

Crisp, clean air and horseback riding in the mountains while writing my first story in my head.

Why I write ...

to connect, to feel, to release... because I couldn't not write.

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

I am currently reading Voltaire's Candide and Ken Follet's Pillars of the Earth

My first job ...

Dog groomer.

My best moment ...

becoming a mother and glimpsing eternity.

My inspiration ...

the world around me and my children. There is inspiration everywhere as long as you look from in front of the glass.

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The record skips and pops as the needle is dropped into place. A few seconds of vinyl noise and Glenn Miller's 'Moonlight Serenade' fills the small bar, bringing a lone couple onto the dance floor. I watch them there, swaying on the dance floor, seeing only each other in the small clearing near the old phonograph, and inhale deeply on my cigarette. The smoke drifts upward into a hazy cloud and through it, I see him watching me. A cool breeze blows in from the open door and it feels like winter for a brief moment in the little bar as the stuffy air flows out into the night. I rest one a...

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