I live in Whitby, Ontario with my quintessentially quirky family of three. I enjoy tending to my garden because it brings me closer to the forces of nature which we are all so intertwined in. I absolutely adore sewing because it occupies the hands and eyes, yet leaves the mouth free for conversation and the mind free to wander. I have a love of small clustered flowers such as baby's breath, Japanese spirea, kalanchoe blossfeldiana, and my personal favorite, amaranth, from which my pen name is derived. Among my many personal quirks, I am addicted to sunflower seeds. Eating them in excessive amounts is a terrible habit, though I have become very good at extracting the inner fleshy seed without attracting too much attention.

I am currently enjoying an awe inspired obsession with coyotes. I love the way their crystalline eyes pool in endless knowledge as if they have existed for eternity for a day. The manner in which they carry themselves, as if they own everything and a bag of chips... Now, onto other things. No color is better than another, and one color cannot manifest itself without another, but my favorite color is orange. Orange reminds me of summer sunsets, gingham kitchen aprons slightly dusted with flour, and marmalade on toast. It is the color of the fire within, the ever-burning passion and exuberance that our subconscious emits. Tea is also one of my greatest pleasures on this earth. Vanilla chai every morning at quarter to seven!

I write a lot of gentle, intimate stories. Now, don't take that the wrong way, because I most certainly do notwrite smut. Well, not often, that is. I write that with a mischievous smirk on my face. It's still there, and I highly doubt it will disappear until I forget I wrote it. Maybe if I change the subject it will make itself scarce. Well, a lot of people ask me what's wrong with me. Quite frankly, people should really be asking me what's not wrong with me. I don't have Narcolepsy, any type of perfectionism, Alzheimer's, Bulimia or any other eating disorder. I may or may not have any learning disorders, but OCD is right out... Oh Cee Dee, Ar Dee Kee, Jamboree, Flyin' flea, DELICIOUS TEA... I don't suffer from dyslexia. I love every second of it!

I'm currently in love with a man out of my reach. A man I will never have for the lack of his compliance to the wishes of my family. He is an angel, sent from the plane beyond the reach of mortal men. He is here to give me reasons to go on, and to make me stronger. The man I love makes life very difficult for me, and it is his doing that I am such a wholeheartedly strong young lady. I owe my livelihood to him and his actions. I know I am bound to make a delightful mother someday. I just hope he will grow up in time to help me create, raise, and love the children I've always wanted to bring into the world. I just hope he'll learn that a life of disgrace and dishonor is terrible for a soldier. And definitely not as fitting as a life of love and happiness.