Hello there. I'm a single mother on my way back to New York City, where I belong.

I paint, draw, sing, write, make awful noise, and enjoy every moment that I spend creating (however questionable my creations may be). I am a voracious reader. I have very few friends because I am moody, demanding, and often unfair, but the friends I have managed to make are the loves of my life.

I'm trying to do something. It often turns into nothing. That's ok, sometimes.


Satisfied?