Brief Author Bio:

This is what I dreamed:

This was not my world. I came by accident and failed, refused, couldn't understand, how, why? My thoughts changed, left me behind, or ran ahead of me leaving me confused, angry--lost. I had only to leave this world but found I'd lost the map, will, directions, on how to go so I stayed--a stranger, an odd girl, different. The one who never gets it but always consistently mysteriously knows more, sees more, hears more, and finds everything like ripe apples, lost jewels, ancient texts, and more love than I can bear. Which way home sir? Can you point the way? Find the road? Hum that tune I can't remember, maybe, I've never even heard?