I, me, myself…..

I am a writer with a pair of rose tinted glasses because the world can do with one cynic less. Otherwise  a  hip non-conformist who stands for her beliefs, a hopeless romantic, a realist, a lover, a dreamer, a mother and a compulsive wanderer who is forever lost in a mysterious maze chasing thoughts to pin them down and seal them in jars before they disappear leaving behind nothing but an empty spot to remind me that I thought of that thought first.

Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.  –  Sylvia Plath