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I am an Artist, Poet and Author. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color…

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  • I’m Stuck, I mean, REALLY STUCK!

       I have a problem. I really don’t know what to call it this time. In the past, it’s been depression, a low spell, the opposite of a manic episode. And usually, every other time, it has passed. A new day will dawn, and things will be different.    Well, I’m waiting…and waiting…and STILL waiting.…

  • What Comes After

    What Comes After

      It’s Cold, I’m Hungry?  IT’S HOT and I’M TIRED!!!    After Joe had decided that Danny and I had it in for him, we had to find another ride. I was still determined to make it to the West coast- whether this was to establish a “normal” life is lost to the fog of…

  • Go West, Lost Woman

    go west, lost woman…

  • It’s Cold, I’m Hungry

    Crossing the Mighty Mississipp… …wasn’t easy on foot, with a brindle boxer, calico kitten and Danny. Fortunately, before we got a few miles out of Fort Deposit, an 18-wheeler rolled onto the shoulder. Although my recollection was challenged by a bad case of the heebee-geebees at the time, and many years of hard knocks since,…

  • It’s Cold, I’m Hungry!

    Cross Country: On the Fly…    I really dont want to make myself sound heroic…but then, again, I really do. I think I am, in the sense that I survived. The odds were definitely not on mine and Danny’s side, not even with his martial arts abilities and my athleticism and amazing wit. No, we…

  • It’s Cold, I’m Hungry

    chapter 2 Sleep never came that night, and morning had our breath turning to steam in the frosty air. Dear Danny had laid across my freezing feet for the hours before dawn…I hadn’t left Palm City prepared for this experience. I was still resolute to keep heading west, car or no car. I had burned…

  • It’s Cold, I’m Hungry

    It’s Cold, I’m Hungry

    “if I didn’t leave Palm City that day, I wouldn’t live another…”

  • I Refuse to Give Up!

       Down, but not out. I am digging deep, putting more effort each day into getting well. Physically, pushing my body, my muscles to heal. The hip surgery set me back, I’m older and the fight to get back to my old energy level is very hard.   But I’m not going to take this…