I am a mother of two, I live in a small town, and I love to read. I have been writing casually for the past 2 years or so, but I really discovered that I could write very well about 15 years ago. Of course that gift, as with many things, somehow was forgotten in the waves and crashes of my life until I picked it back up again. Now I often dream that people might read something I've written and love it, and that happens a lot with my poetry, but I am not a poet. There's really not much else to say about me, except that my work is seeded with myself--it is me with a different name, my experiences through someone else's eyes.