I am many things. I am the mother of a toddler and expecting another boy in May. I am the daughter of an absent alcoholic father and a wonderful mother who’s battled and beat cancer, she’s a fighter. I am a song writer who’s terrified to sing. I am a writer of many genres. I am the victim of childhood molestation, that very few people are aware of. I am a survivor of rape trauma, of multiple accounts. I am a comic in attempt to hide the pain. I am a sufferer of sever depression. I am in love with a wonderful man who’s none of what I was looking for but everything I need. I am a horrible dancer but I do it anyway. I am an original, that’s for sure, and I never intend to change. I am me, just a girl with a story to tell.