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BIOGRAPHY
I grew up on the high, sunny desert of Southern California. The Mojave has a beauty all it's own. When spring blooms a carpet of orange poppies at your feet as far as you can see and punctuates the golden sea with stately white blossoms of the yucca in the early morning sunshine, it takes your breath away! Once you've seen it, you can never forget it. The palette that nature paints with is almost more than our human capabilities can fathom! And I've always stood in awe of this world we live in! From childhood I've been a gypsy in my soul! I always knew my gypsy parents had left me on the doorstep of this nice normal family and someday they would return for me. I say this because I love to wander down a road to see where it leads, I wonder who might have walked this way before me?
This love of wandering, has taken me on many adventures both in the real world and my imaginary one. I wasn't an only child, I was an oops baby who came along much later than my sister and brother and so I grew up by myself. When you live on a fifty-acre ranch in the middle of the Mojave Desert, believe me, you learn to use your imagination quite early!
I met my darling husband on a trip into the Trinity Mountains of Northern California fifteen years ago. Picture me the Los Angeles hairdresser, with long red fingernails and flashy clothes (remember I'm a gypsy) meeting a born and bred mountain man in an old gold rush town I'd never heard of much before I got there! Then picture this unlikely pair falling madly in love and courting across six hundred miles and totally different cultures and . . . , you have another story I'll write someday!
The two of us promptly moved to Alaska and fell in love with the last great American frontier. While living in Alaska I very nearly died and the doctors couldn't figure out what was killing me. They didn't even know I was dying until it was almost too late to save me. I was flown out of Sitka in the spring of 1991, paralyzed and in complete renal failure. When the doctors told us I was dying they asked where I would like to be flown to because the hospital on our island was just a tiny one. I said "If I'm going to go, I want to do it at home in Los Angeles where my parents, siblings and children are." My sweetheart said it was the longest day of his life during the eight-hour flight from Sitka to LAX but I survived it and the wonderful staff at UCLA diagnosed me with Lupus and won the fight to save my life!
Today we live in Northern California, in the shadow of the mountains where we met and fell in love. I've learned how precious life is and what a joy it is to awaken each day and draw a breath into my lungs!
Everyday is a gift and there is no time to waste on could have's, would have's, or should have's! There is today to live to the fullest and to make dreams come true! I'm writing again and it feels wonderful to put pen to paper and write furiously to get the story down and to share the visions that have danced inside my head all this time, with all of you!
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