Because I didn’t remember my divinity for a really long time, I got myself involved in relationships, jobs, living situations that really didn’t open the pathway to my true self. I tried and filed at climbing the corporate ladder. I tried and failed in 3 marriages. I tried and failed going to college. I tried and failed at having children. I tried working in Manhattan and it just didn’t fit. As soon as I embraced my craft to write, I began to take off the masks I’ve been wearing my whole lifetime. The result is, the writing community here in Key West has really embraced me and are pushing me right along. Flower Conroy helped me believe this journal was a book and helped me get a grant to publish it.
Today I continue to allow the woman I am and have always been to emerge.