Once upon a time, my daughter was diagnosed with Nephrotic Syndrome, which them became FSGS. She has been hospitalized so many times that I can't even begin to figure out how many times we've been guest of the state hospital.

Hospital nights are long, as anyone who has stayed for an extended period of time can attest. It isn't necessarily quiet, sometimes far from it, but the role of the parent is greatly diminished at night. We sit in uncomfortable chairs keeping watch. In order to pass the time, and to combat the feelings of helplessness I began to write a story called Facing the Enemy.

It became a lifeline, a way to come to deal with what was happening and what had happened to me over the years. I am guilty of Mary Sue-ing, I know it, but I am unapologetic. We all rob from our lives, how else could we write prose that appeals to others?

I've lost a child, had my husband walk out on me days after my father's heart attack, lost multiple family members in a shockingly short period or time, and I have small children whose verbal blundering's I have appropriated.

I am a lapsed Catholic. I am a former wife, I am a mother, and I am a woman who fell in love with the wrong man at fourteen, caught him at nineteen and nearly lost everything before I realized my catastrophic mistake in loving a man who I could neither communicate with or be understood by.

I love hearing from people, if you like my fiction by all means send me a message. I am very approachable. If you don't like my fiction, what made you come read my profile?