And this chapter is entitled: Choices are made.

...."Drive on. We will sweep up the blood later!".....

Katharine Hepburn

At 31 years old, I have finally embarked on a project I have told myself for years I would "enlist" in. After being told by numerous people at many points in my life, I should write, I have decided to give this a chance. Many jokes have been made and references to "the book" I will "eventually" write one day. However for now, I feel baby steps for such an endeavor shall be an appropriate pace. A blog will suffice.

At 31 years old, I have a lot of "life experience" shall we say?....More so than many 31 year old females. Starting with my entry in to this world and being adopted- up till present day. This blog will most likely encompass all and glorify few... it is my life... it is my soul....it will be real. If "real" turns you off, read no further. Go pick up a Danielle Steele novel from the drugstore and do us both a favor don't log back on to my blog!

Some of it will be as crass as a cuss word in church on Sunday, and some of it will be warm and inviting, like you're favorite blanket, right out of the dryer. I will post opinions, LOTS OF THEM, I will post comings and goings, to do's and current maneuvers. I am darkly and dryly sarcastic, with a ridiculous amount of cynicism. That just describes my sense of humor, not my writing style....

I will also be debuting some of my oldest, and most cherished pieces as a writer... the poems, pros and fragments of what, at the time, would soon become clearly an apparent talent. My firsts... the foundational experimentations of my penning skills as a novice writer-starting at around 13 years old.

Currently you will probably read more about the mass hysteria of relocating to the other coast with my son Nick- As I prepare to take on one of the most terrifying and gargantuan risks of my life, leaving 31 years of history behind. Giving myself the fresh start I have needed for awhile! The stress and toils of organizing, packing, arranging, orchestrating a relocation of my small family-solo. Mainly the pain and anxiety of my heart's destination with an unwilling choice made. The daily struggles of becoming adjacent to the confusion and disgust of having to be put in a "Sophie's Choice" position. How does a Mother weigh the value of one child's quality of life over another? I will tell you a secret, she sits and stares at their small forms during the night as they slumber. She lets her mind wander down those pathways of what "will be"....she takes her mind in to places and scenarios that some of the bravest of brave won't venture....She takes her mind there, she forces the ambush of terror on her emotions so she can conjugate and equate the circumstances and possible impending developments. The field is leveled and she can see for miles... life becomes very apparent and has a buoyant yet fragile quality...that is when choices are made.