voice when she laughs, her eyes when she cries. Her soul connected to mine, for
better or for worse, for all eternity.
I don’t remember.
A blank face. Unrecognizable. The darkness and impenetrable fog, day after day
after day. Who am I? And for that matter, who is she?
I can’t remember.
Two sides to the same coin – one wants to remember, and the other wants to stay
forgotten. Which side will win? Can he trust his heart to bring him back to
her? Or will she stay lost in the fog forever?
I might never remember.
Warning: features adult themes
from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a
necessity!), I have been writing since … forever? Yeah, that sounds about
right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see
shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m
clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I
do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the
year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a
curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t
think that about sums me up.