The cat lady, Dawn, enjoys long showers and fancily dressed drinks. She thinks models are an art on their own and loves fashion shows ( the nude, thin, and the fat, nude kind.) She thinks that people are different, but of a limited amount of variety, that if she keeps her eyes open she'll see through the shit that is humanity. She believes in political correctness, life and kindness.
She believes in true love, philosophy, sparring verbally, good comebacks (even if they come at a later time than when necessary) and friendship. Over the past few years she's made quite a few friends who would easily fit the bill of "unforgettable." 
She has lost love, lost her father and believes, no longer, in happily ever after. It hasn't left her bitter; she wonders on purpose and reason. What spared her when it didn't other? And she hopes to put words to that reason when, if, she realizes it.
She's a teacher. She's a writer. 
She believes every book has a story to tell, an author to reveal, a language to appreciate. She believes the only key to really being a great author is rewriting. Sometimes she goes overboard with the number of stories she posts, but that's just how she keeps getting better and better. She hopes her work is half as good someday and hopes for motivation and inspiration. 
This is for you, Nana.