Hi everyone! It’s time for karaoke! — “Who am I?” is surprisingly the hardest question ever. When I was asked to write an “About Me” article I mulled over just how to do that in the best manner that gave a complete picture. I like telling stories directly from my experiences as autobiographical vignettes. Certain experiences jump…

What I would never ever do — Want to know what I would never ever do? You came to the right place. …

Ooh la la, la garçonne! — America had left World War I on top of the world, then, for some reason, launched prohibition. That morality play served to give us the Roaring 20s with a bang. Tommy guns and gangsters, speakeasies and hollow-legged rum runners, all throwing an almost 24/7 devil-may-care party. A party that included…

Such a burning sweetness she is. Back in the day when the metaverse was fresh, a whole bunch of us moved into new and intermittent virtual lives. There were those that looked on the whole thing as a giant game without real purpose or consequences. These people would come and…

Our love hate relationship on unfortunate display. — Oh my goodness, but doesn’t Medium have it all. We type on it, we post with it, we get to read lots of articles with it, Medium even tracks our readers and money for us. It’s like one stop shopping for all our creative writing needs. …

The metaverse has beauty — The metaverse is a world without guilt. That’s not to say without hardships. There are plenty of drama queens and toxic rando boys running around thriving on trouble or taking every casual opportunity to cause it. …

Goddesses by the handful. — Before there were flying chariots, flaming swords, or celestial kingdoms in apocalyptic conflict over worshippers; there were boobs. Supernatural politics may have grown complicated over the eons with avatars walking around causing trouble and mischief, but the essential nature of humanity remained. …

Somehow things never seem to change — I was young and I was naïve. I had broken up with my boyfriend and felt sorry for myself. I’ve since learned better, but now I know I should have just let things cool. …

And if not truly boob free, at least magically invisible — When I was little and watching the Wizard of Oz I would immediately identify with Dorothy. Here was a young girl bravely facing a haunted forest, a sky-writing witch, and mean apple trees all the while staying true to her single-minded effort to get home. She knew what she wanted…