One winter, just before my golden birthday, I got the shocking news that my childhood home had burned to the ground. I travelled to my grandma's house, where my parents had already been staying, taking care of Grandma.
On my birthday, my father came in from a walk in the yard, which was mostly covered with snow just beginning to melt, holding a dandelion. "January dandelion!" he declared in his booming voice as he handed it to me. He told me it was a metaphor for what we'd been through, and what I'd have to do. So, I've been januarydandelion ever since; surviving in the most unlikely places. I have borderline personality disorder, childhood complex post-traumatic stress disorder, and I am a suicide survivor with mild cognitive impairment.
I've been playing guitar since junior high when my mother taught me how to play Me and Bobby McGee, Can't Find My Way Home, and House of the Rising Sun, the latter more in the style of Lead Belly than the Animals, but actually more of a mix between the two. It was enough to get me off and running, and writing, ever since. Just in it for the fun, but now my music can be streamed on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, Pandora, and Deezer.
I'm writing a book of historical fiction about a centennial farm, homesteaded in 1853 and forfeited to the bank in 2019. Chapters here as they come, don't be afraid to tell me what you think. I love taking photos just for fun, and I've also got just a few no-nonsense, just-the-facts-ma'am recipe cards you might like. Social media and streaming links below. Thanks for stopping by.