I am no one special, only an everyday person... grief was my motivation to write.  Pain, grief... I know well. 

I pretend to be none other than myself.  I love to write.  Pain, grief motivated me to write... my books, blog is where I channeled, wrote my pain, grief. 

You may find a mistake, but... that's okay.  I've corrected many of them, still find a mistake when looking back over my work ... I tried so hard to be 'perfect'...  I'm just not perfect, nor are my books.  It's just the way I am...