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.