You are always a perfect reflection of how I feel about myself. You have been with me through partying phases, countless miles of running, partners, pregnancy, and sexual assaults. When you ask me for food, I do not give it to you most of the time. When you ask me for rest, I tell you “rest is for the dead”. On a daily basis, I say things to you that are mainly horrible and would not even think of saying someone else.
Maybe, at 52, I can try and be more thankful for everything you have given to me. Maybe, I can fall in love with your resilience and strength. Maybe, I can look at you and say words to nurture and make you feel loved. Maybe, I can try a different way with you. And maybe, if I can’t remember to practice this loving path everyday, you will forgive me and we can try again
I trained in voice for twelve years from 6 years old. Much to my parents chagrin, I did not go into classical vocals, I sang in a folk grunge band for for a few years in the 1990s. I used to smoke cigarettes until I got pulmonary thrombosis (blood clot in my lung) at 24, and had to be in the hospital for 10 days. It was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I have run 53 Half Marathons, 2 Marathons including Boston (through the Liver Foundation). I stopped running at 49 because my relationship was over with running and I started an affair with cycling. I love, no, I am obsessed with my furbaby, Ziggy Stardust. The greatest love of my life is my daughter. I am a Dave Matthews devotee and try to catch as many gigs around the states as possible. And finally…I love the Broulet Brothers, Trixie and Katya, and all things Tim Burton.