It all started on a Wednesday afternoon in 1971. I was born. I was quite the 
bathing beauty. It was rumored I was a very mischevious child. I don't know why they said such things.
I was raised in the delta region of Arkansas. My family grew soybeans, rice and cotton. Most of the toys my sister and shared were organic.
I did an awful mean John Denver impersonation. I enjoyed being on the farm.
As I grew older, I loved being center stage. And I was quite the fashionista. My mom eventually quit taking pictures and made me the family photographer.
Then came the dark years. My late teens and early twenties. I self-medicated myself to memory block. During this time, my dad had an emergency quadruple-bypass heart surgery. My mother died of a brain tumor. I gained a lot of weight, enjoyed too many classes of alcohol...and had a very horrible hangnail.
Over the last few years I lost a dramatic amount of weight, found unconditional love and started taking my happy pills.
