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I’ve started writing my memoirs. It was time.  My mother is always showing off her books and I”m so SICK. AND. TIRED. of it being all about her.  I love her and all and she’s beautiful and all but enough already. Like the country song goes:  “I want to talk about me.”

I bet you didn’t know I was once a furry little toddler who didn’t know where I was supposed to pee.  (Who knew that’s what the classified ads are for??)  I also bet you didn’t know that I used to have a brother named Clark.  Yes.  Laugh now.  Lewis and Clark.  Yes.  Like the two famous old men.  Yes.  Lewis and Clark.  Perhaps you just noticed that I don’t talk about Clark much.  Truth be told I didn’t really care for him.  Brother or no brother ,I thrashed him a time or two and Dad shipped him off to live some place in the country where the “grass would be greener” for old Clarky-boy.  To be blunt, Clark was a wuss.  Let’s leave it at that.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I have started the process.   In the picture above you can see that I’m using the masking tape to put up a vision board with pictures of me as a best selling author.   Mom does this all the time.  She calls is Law of Attraction.  Whatever.  I just think I look good in photographs and I want to see pictures of me.

You’re going to love hearing about my birth, my first impression of Dad,  the truth behind the “dropping of the ball” and all kinds of other stories I haven’t shared yet.  Feel free to ask questions about my life and I’ll answer them here or in the book or in both locations.