I must write every day. I put off writing by decluttering my house. So being lazy, I combined both tasks. I write about something, honor it and say bye bye. My hot air balloon has been weighed down by these stories. Eventually, my balloon should become light enough to take flight. Until then, I will overshare.
I was born in Queens, NY, into a small but lively family. My eyes are brown and my skirt is green gingham. I can easily pick up languages, habits, change and lunch. Oh, and spills, because I'm made of a cotton washcloth.