I am not the girl next door, but I know how to bake just as well. I write because it’s what makes me feel whole in a world that is wholly depressing and bleak one moment, entirely fulfilling and extravagant in the next. It is because of this I cannot tell you what to expect when surfing my little corner here on RB. I will say my subject matter swings violently from left to right, and back again without warning, but on this journey I have learned more about myself than any member of Oprah’s book club. (-: My sense of humor is off-kilter and bizarre just like my odd obsession with the language of German (before you ask, no I cannot speak it but I am jealous of those who can. (-: including it on my page was to me an attempt at infusing my page with as much of the genuine me as possible), and yet I am still capable of appreciating a cute fluffy kitten. I enjoy the duality of being me, and I can only hope you will as well.
I enjoy people and the way they bring forth their emotion whether it be through writing, painting, composing, or any variation of creativity. If you mean it, and you cared for it like a child, I will appreciate it.
I will leave you with this small section of a poem I wrote years ago, it’s never left my mind, and seems appropriate here. (-: Mandi
Read my lines and judge me,
borrow my shoes and become me.
Feel the joy solitary sorrow can bring,
and leave your Mary Kay at the door,
cause hope don’t live here anymore.
Newest Breaking and Happy News July 5th, 2011
I was graciously allowed my very own group here on redbubble, it may not have mass appeal but it is intrinsic to the very root of who I am. If you are interested, merely scroll down a bit further. So Proud