I’m indeed a rambler…
I am a crazy combination of tattoos and tradition, of heart aches and victories, a dark past and a bright future.
I’m as twitchy as an over wound Cuckoo Clock but there are days I can’t get out of bed.
That’s the brilliance of mania; the chaos and the quiet.
The dark and light so to speak…
I’m a daughter, and yet an orphan
I’m a mother and a step-monster
I’m a wife, and an ex-wife
I’m a sinner and I’m forgiven