Well.... I'm freakin' a little because I just turned 50.  And I've never felt more mortal than I do now.  I've never felt so small, I guess.  Though I'm not small really, I'm kinda big.  But, as Jack Black said in School of Rock, "But when I'm up on stage, they love me!  I'm sexy... and chubby."  Something like that.  

I was in the corporate world for about 25 years.  Sales management mostly.  Not a good fit for an introvert, but I did well.  I always felt like my heels were a little too big, though.  I'm grateful that I was able to work all of those years.  And I got a lot of frequent flier miles.  

Now I am disabled.  I guess I can tell you.  I have bipolar disorder.  Type 2, to be exact.  It's a horrible illness.  Twenty-five percent of those with the illness end their own lives.  At least one book I read says so, anyway.  Don't worry, I won't be one of them.

I've started a website.  I'll let you know when it's live.  But for now I am hoping to share some of my thoughts; my poetry.  

I sing.  Some of my friends think I'm good.  I suppose I am, but I'm not very versatile.  I'm sorta like a Carly Simon or a Karen Carpenter or a Bonnie Raitt except not as good.  I play guitar.  I had been taking lessons but then went through a funk and stopped playing.  So now it hurts to play.  I'll get my callouses back.

There it is.  I look forward to meeting some fellow artists and some, like me, who dream of being one.

Feel free to give me whatever feedback you have.  It's always helpful to know what people think.