I am a writer, a thinker, a lover and I haven't lost my faith in the impossible.  It's the impossible that calls to me and makes me try again.  I am a 38 year old woman who has so much love in my life that I no longer need the concept of a god to keep me feeling blessed and alive.  I have mental health issues, but who doesn't if we're being honest?  I'm dealing with mine.  That's a big deal and not something everyone can say.  I have been the hopeless romantic, the helpless drug addict, the misinformed political junkie and the girl surrounded by walls.  Now, I'm the only thing I honestly know how to be.  I am a work in progress, sharing what I know, asking, listening and laughing as often and with as much passion as my poorly cared for frame will sustain.  

Read my poems.  Comment if you wish.  I would enjoy that.  But please, I'm not looking for a cheerleader or a life coach.  I work through my problems with my poetry.  They are NOT a cry for help.  They are the result of the work it takes for me to go from on the ledge of a building to on the edge of greatness.  

And without further ado, let us all jump.