I'm a little old Italian lady living in the southern part of the USA. I'm a writer and have been published in a collaborative book called, "Crumbs In The Keyboard" by Echelon Press in 2002. I homeschooled both of my children all the way through High School although it was not my intention to do so when I first started the process. I love to cook, bake, write, paint portraits and a multitude of other things. I find writing very therapeutic and satisfying. My Dad was one of the greatest story tellers although he passed away before he could publish anything. My greatest joys are my two pups, a chiweenie and snoodle. There's nothing better than sitting out on the patio on a cool, sunny day smelling the flowers in full bloom and watching the girls chase a squirrel, marvel at a butterfly or just romp around and play. I'm also clairvoyant and have had this gift since I was a wee one. We live in a real haunted house that sits on land where the Civil War was fought. So with that said, I'm sure that we will all find a lot to talk about and share with one another. Enjoy!
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