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The Bio of Fabulous Me!

I was born and raised in South Louisiana. I’m a bit of a lot of things Cajun…Creole…that mixture of French, Scottish, German, Choctaw Indian, even some African…a nice pot of gumbo! I love that mixture about me. (There’s a lot more to me, which I’ll share in articles and on my page God’s Mercy.)

Me doing what I do best! Photo taken in 2016 by my beautiful daughter.

I was literally raised on the bayou. Not kidding. The bayou was my first swimming pool! There’s nothing like hearing tug boats coming down the bayou. The sound of sea gulls scrounging for fish as the tugs leave a trail of waves behind them. I love that! I miss those Cypress trees and big old oak trees, and how they shade the bayou, their moss covering them like old dresses. Mosquitoes…I don’t miss them!

I grew up in a little place in Assumption Parish, Louisiana called Bayou L’Ourse. It’s in between some old places like Napoleonville and Morgan City in St. Mary Parish. It was me in the middle of two sisters. Yes, the middle child! Oh, we don’t even want to go there. I love my sisters, though. Mama had it pretty good because we didn’t give her much trouble. That would come later…when I became an adult! I’m not going to write it all here. That’s why I wrote books.

A photo taken in 2016 by my beautiful daughter.

I graduated from Assumption High School in 1987. Joined the Army in April of that year and left in November. My life was never the same. Yes, an Army girl! That right there taught me about life and how to be strong. I sure would need those lessons later in life. You just never know what life has in store for you. Well, a baby and a war and back home I went for one reason: to write. That would be slow coming once I got back to Louisiana.

After that one tour of duty in the Army (stationed in Germany during a freaking war!), I attended Nicholls State University in Thibodaux, La. and joined the Louisiana National Guard as a photojournalist (where I completed eleven years of military service).

During all the time, I married, had two more babies and started a life. Strange how you have all your ducks in the row, and you just think it’s all going to work out. Strange things do happen…don’t they! I’m getting a bit a head of myself. While I was having babies and taking care of the family and working and putting myself through school, I did accomplish a few things with my writing before all hell broke loose.

While at NSU, I studied creative writing under novelist Dr. Albert Belisle Davis and journalism under Dr. Lloyd Chaisson, I earned a Bachelor’s of Arts degree in Mass Communications (print journalism) and certification in Secondary Education. I was a teacher for seven years.

My journalism and photography work have appeared in numerous regional publications, and I won numerous awards including the South Regional Award and the Bonnie Toups Wells Award for feature writing, the National Library of Poetry’s Editor’s Choice Award, Creative Arts & Science Enterprises’ Accomplishments of Merit for Outstanding Literary Achievement Award in Poetry, and Lliad Press’ Honorable Mention in Poetry.

My poetry appeared in nine anthologies in the United States and the United Kingdom—which all means nothing to you, but, to me, it means a great deal since it all ended because of silent abuse. That’s where My 12-Book Series on the tragedies of life and surviving it comes into play and how I ended up building this website so that I could bring my experiences to the world.

Just me with my long hair. A selfie I took in 2018.

I didn’t go get my PhD, although my beautiful daughter said years ago that I should. I’ve been so involved in the school of life that I’ve become an expert on certain subjects. Jesus is one of them. You will find on here that I will bring Him into the picture a lot. It’s really simple. He taught us the most important lessons in life over 2,000 years ago, and we still haven’t got it right. I guess, sooner or later, we will. Until then, we just have to keep teaching what He taught all those years ago and hope that some day…all that love will matter.

As a writer with a certain subject matter that doesn’t sit well with a certain type of fella and being a codependent or was…the verdict is still out on that one…I always tend to attract the narcissist. I did a lot of soul-searching in the last five months, and I can say that I love like Jesus said to. Those who can’t return that love…I can’t do a damn thing for them. That’s just me being honest and straight up. This is what you will find in my work…honesty!

I’m sort of an introvert. What writer isn’t an introvert! I totally enjoy what I do. I love reading and learning new things about my subject matter. I love talking to people about relationships. The one thing I’ll never get use to is how some men think they can treat women. There’s just got to be something in the water they are drinking that just makes them bat-shit crazy. The funny thing is…those types turn it around on us women. Shame! I was always interested in the human mind and human behavior. This isn’t anything new.

Sometimes we just got to look at things in black and white.

I’ve seen a lot in my life time and I read a lot on the criminal activities of those who lose control of their mind, and I always wondered about what makes a person do the things they do. I always thought this as a wife, mother, teacher, soldier. I’d watch people and wonder what they were thinking, or why did they do such and such. It’s not a far cry to be writing about what the human mind goes through. I just never thought that I’d use my own mind as my subject. Some things just can’t be explained and I know that God is in charge of it all…so I don’t even bother questioning anymore.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to just be. I still get hot under the collar sometimes, but that’s just them darn narcissists that bother me a bit. They just don’t do anything wrong. I’ve written a lot about them. Ah, they need love, too. I just can picture them all old and gray and everybody’s done left them because they are just too hard to love and get along with. Well, that’s just me thinking and writing like I always do. You get older and you go through all kinds of mess and one day you just snap out of it and say, “Why am I even concerned?” And you just start worrying about your own life and just let who ever’s causing the mess be. Life is too short to bother. It’s easier to love when you’re not bothered.

I’m 50 years old as of January 2019. I have three beautiful children that I adore. Last year, I had all three of them engaged. My oldest got married in November. My daughter gets married at the end of this year, and my baby is getting married next year. My, how times flew. I sure am proud of my children. They are all hard-working young adults making their way in this world on a pretty good ride so far. They’ll soon be all working in the same area…somewhere in Texas. They are travelers like their mother. It’s not always good to stay in one place. Sometimes, it’s best to get out and see somethings…no matter how you get there. Just go.

As the years go on by, I’m really happy with my life and all the things I’ve accomplished. I’m very proud of what I’m leaving behind…a legacy…something my children can be proud of. That’s what matters to me. I became a grandmother last year, and one day I hope that my grandchild, as well as my future grandchildren, see that their grandmother was one hell of a strong woman. I hope that when they see all that I’ve done, they’ll sit in awe and say, ‘Damn! That’s my grandmother!’ I hope that I inspire them to go for their dreams no matter what.

So, with all that said, I hope you have gotten to know me just a little bit better. Oh, one more thing: I am a 100% disabled veteran writing full time, living wherever I want…currently that place is Las Vegas, Nevada.

Wherever life takes me, as long as I am able, I plan to continue doing what I’m doing because I believe those who are hurting need a voice. I didn’t choose to be that voice…it was chosen for me! To understand that, you’ll have to read my Series. I now fully accept this journey and will forever live as the lioness: I Am Woman. Hear Me Roar!

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