I was born on a bayou...

...and I still have saltwater running through my veins.

The daughter of a military man, I bounced from place to place as a youngster. My family eventually settled in Port St. Joe, Florida. I'd tell you more about the town, but that would spoil some future surprises. I'll say this: it was small, it was (for all intents and purposes) segregated, and it never felt like home.

After years of victories and traumas, I left that little town. Bounced around on my own until I did what I'd sworn I would never do: I married a military man. The marriage didn't stick, but we were blessed with a beautiful son. That little ginger kid is the reason I live and breathe.

I've since remarried (another military man) and currently reside in Florida. Some lessons must be taught with sledgehammers, I suppose. My gypsy feet are longing to hit the road, but there are currently a few obstacles in the way.  Check out my "Zebra Spoonie" section to learn about one of the largest roadblocks - Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. The other things keeping me here?  Well, you'll have to keep up with the blog, won't you?