I dream, and so I write! 

I believe death and dreams are just another part of life. 

Family, dreams, and a narcissistic mother, I refer to her as my brother’s mother,

are stories that need to be told. Am I brave enough to tell them? I don’t know.

The voice that’s in my head is there all the time. I have paper and pen near by.

Sometimes the jibber jabber even rhymes.

…and so I write.