I’m not terribly important except the things that emerge around me are. I have no simple way of telling anyone who I am so I just list the most important things I can think of:
My husband is a Cuban artist and we walk 4 to 5 miles every other day.
I am a cancer person, not sure if I’m a survivor yet.
I have two cats but don’t call me the cat lady.
I have a grandson and also a granddaughter on the way. The mother doesn’t like me much.
I have written on and off for years, not just poetry.
Cigs were my best friends but obviously I cant smoke anymore.
Well that’s about it, not very exciting I know.