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I was born a GM brat in Detroit, survived the '80s punk rock years and even a mohawk. After holding my best friend's hand during her abortion, I was forever turned into a pro-life activist.
I survived a five-year stint living among the fruits and nuts in California, but made it to Texas as quickly as I could.
I am supermom of two awesome young men, and share my husband with a couple of domineering Bichon Frise girls who only tolerate me because they have to.
I like to hike and bird watch, draw and paint in my studio, and garden until I can't fit in any more flowers. Most important, I enjoy blogging in the pajama-laden comfort of my home office, while sipping a strong cup of coffee and overlooking some of my gardening handiwork.