As of today, this is who I am:
I am comfortable though older.
I am joyful and thankful.
I am enslaved by six little guinea pigs.
I use free association when I think of something, which leads me down a few surprising detours. It drives my hubby crazy, beyond words.
I am constantly tormented and informed by two teenagers, who I believe really, really like me but are afraid to show it.
I have a day job as a pediatric occupational therapist. I haven’t found a need to find any other diversion, except that I could write more, scrapbook more, Photoshop more.
My sister says I used to draw cool, dark and morbid cartoons but I do not remember that.
I have a husband, whose roles are far too many to mention, but
My life at times feels like a magic slate.