About

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

I’m broken and putting the pieces in place
I love to entertain family and friends, and I suck at baking
I’m a hairdresser and I hate doing my own hair
I love big and know that I am worthy of big love
I have an old soul and an inappropriate,  juvenile humor
I have a full tattoo sleeve but hate my flabby arms
I’m an ordained minister and have the sweeping vocabulary of a mother-trucker