Born to a teenaged Cajun mother in a forgotten land, I inherited secrets whispered through generations. My life, a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, painted against the stark backdrop of logic-defying remedies and ancestral wisdom. They called me a wild gypsy, a chameleon, a lone star in a crowded sky.

I chased sunsets in faraway lands, sharing a tarmac dance with an elephant, dodging camel spit under scorching suns, and clinging to a runaway ostrich. Bears chased me, mountain lions watched, and even raccoons (rabid ones, mind you) tested my reflexes. Through wars and hurricanes, I saw life's fragile dance, tagging toes amidst death's waltz and finding solace in the woods where only deer knew my name.
But amidst the whirlwind, words were my anchor.

​​​​​​​From Air Force WAF to Capitol Hill staffer, from lobbyist to speechwriter, I spun stories with an eloquence that surprised even me. Now, with seven decades etched into my soul, I find peace tending my mother's garden, a thousand miles away from my Florida haven. The whispers of wind through leaves remind me of all that matters, even as Long Covid and breast cancer slows my steps.

Though life threw punches – three marriages, an Alzheimer's shadow, cancer's biting kiss, and even Covid's lonely grip – I learned to not just survive, but thrive. Each scar, a story etched in flesh, each trial, a wisdom whispered on the wind.
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Underneath moss-draped oaks, where squirrels and birds are my preferred audience, I weave gems of wisdom, tales – poems, lyrics, stories – threads plucked from the intricate tapestry of my life. A life unexpected, perhaps, but never dull. So, if you like the unexpected, join me on this journey, for within these words lies a world waiting to be explored.