I often skirt truth, but about me, truth to the reader: I am no fantasy. I’m not a ‘real’ writer. I don’t know how to write about myself, never have been able to stomach the vulnerability of telling others the ugly I hide inside, but I think I’ll try here on this blog that I began to escape life and stimulate my mind:

I’m a paraplegic from a car accident in 1991 at 14, graduated in 1999 from Ball State University in my home state of IN, moved to boarder town of Yuma, taught high school English in Arizona for about 10 years, quit for a graduate assistantship in Flagstaff, had to drop out of  graduate school for a surgery, but moved home, got married and had a beautiful daughter Alexandria (who is going to be 16), moved to Colorado, started blogging, nearly got divorced, moved back to our hometown in the Midwest, stopped blogging…

Fast-forward to 2020, I accidentally had a baby boy Quentin (Q named after the Star Trek Next Gen character:) who kept me company during COVID, and over the course of ALL that time I’ve had ten surgeries, including two spinal fusions the second in 2021. I’m a stay at home mother trying to conquer near agoraphobic social anxiety with which I can’t stop talking, and trust me when I say that in public I am often hopelessly inappropriate, especially when trying NOT to be. My marriage is rocky, my daughter has a social anxiety disorder, is bisexual, an artist, and prone to intrusive thoughts, and my sweet Q is a super smart five year old boy with a good sense of humor and is high-functioning autistic. Life is often overwhelming!!!

So here, I write to help get out thoughts and feelings I can’t express in my real world, like anger (I hold it in my gut, making me sad and sick) and love (my muse (the man behind the YOU I write to) is my fun…he makes my brain light up hot, hidden connections and my body ache when my sex life is boring or non-existent;), all to make myself smile, laugh, get off, or say fuck off to sad!

Some day I’ll have the time and energy to do more than just write, but for now, truth is my gift and I’m Hopelessly Inappropriate;)