I am a writer. Everyone is. We all write on the page of humanity, whether with pen, paint, sound, or simply reflecting back with the eyes,a visual cue, clue or crinkle of what just happened. What just happened here...I forgot all the rules and began to write.

Right now, I am a fifty-three year here person (yeah, sisters, I not be afraid of my age, I not be afraid of anything when I write)...and, I am, as always....reinventing myself, my perception of the world, and my understanding as defined by positive choice. I decide. So, I decided I am a writer.

Right now, I am in my last semester of finally (twenty plus years later) finishing my Bachelors of Arts Degree at The University of Canterbury in Christchurch, New Zealand. So, what is my major after starting late the first time in a Midwestern Conservative University with a Political Science/Psychology bend twenty plus years ago, switching to a Philosophy/English, then English/American Studies, to American Studies/Cultural Studies to finally an English/American Studies/Cultural Studies...kind of gal still longing to stomp around in sociology, anthropology and education. "Save the best for last", someone once told me. And for linguistic, rhythmatical perfection...it stuck and comes back out as a trigger that reminds me of the old adage or Christian trigger of "he who is last, shall be first", which computes in my stirred up mind as proof that life is ROUND.

But, before we go 'round' there, which is here in the end...let's go through the loop of what all I did in the interim...birthed and raised four children, created two art based companies (both had nation wide distribution), worked in the oil and gas industry for 21 years (no, I would not do it today), farmed 1,000 acres of potatoes/160 acres of peanuts for five years, opened and ran a restaurant that is still on the "to do" list in Western Oklahoma 35 years later (with my "Midas Mother"), cried many rivers, laughed louder and longer than was politically correct, investigated every religion and mind philosophy I could find for companionship and confirmation of things nobody could prove, tried on different relationships like expensive or cheap clothes until I found that I liked the used ones best, made lots of mistakes and discovered a lot of compassion for my fellow creatures which includes the things most people do not consider conscious, but I find to be more conscious than some of the two-legged, supposedly human people I have met.

WOW...and that is MOM upside down...that's me. And, I just wrote it. So...what did I choose to leave out? Did I tell you about the time I...or the time, they...or the time I almost, but didn't quite...No, I did not. Not because I won't share any and all of that (thank god, she isn't now), but, because I wrote down things that appeal to me that if they appeal to you, too...you may WRITE me...and, I will write back. That, too...is what writers should do...write to one another.

I am a writer. How about you?