My father was in the service, which meant I spent the first 5 years of my life moving from place to place. Its a pity I wasn't a little older, or I might have appreciated that opportunity more. To walk inside the castles of Germany, to see Paris from the Eiffel tower, to hear the chimes of Big Ben, these were some of the experiences I took for granted. Unfortunately, it couldn't last. My father, suffering from severe depression, committed suicide when I was 5. We had to return to Canada and buried him. Then things got worse.

I would like to take a moment to step out from behind the stories and introduce myself. I am the product of a madcap gypsy childhood, puncuated by madness, death, rape, abuse, and then a long slow attempt to bring the pieces back togethr again. I am a work in progress in many directions. Do you want to get to know me? Be careful what you wish for. The one thing I am demanding of myself is honesty. If you stick around, you will get the truth, to the best of my ability to tell it. That picture may not always be pretty.