| Female |
| December 31 1976 |
| Portland, Me |
| When I was a little girl my teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told her an astronaut. She told my parents I would not be smart enough. I cried for days. My diary was my best friend, and from then on, when my dreams got crushed, or heart was broken, she was always around. As I got older, I wrote more. Here I am 33 years old, all growed up & I am a writer, and I was born that way. It just took me a while to realize it. I am not now, (but maybe someday) will also be an editor. |
| Mainly..Non Fiction |
| Recluse, lonely, sad, angry...maybe one day a happy writer..dare to dream right? |
| Writing of course, and yes that includes snail mail! |
| Orion! |
| Mom |
| Ugh... |
| "I don't want to be famous, I just want to be remembered" |
| Anything |
| Any Judd Nelson movie, I can tell you what not to see... |