Who the hell am I? I’m going to be honest. When I first started to write, I had absolutely no idea who I was. When I took a step back, I was the loyal supporting wife of a life-long struggling musician, a mom to two beautiful kids, a daughter, a friend…. All these versions of me was all I knew. Think in terms of a car. I knew my make but had no idea of my model.
My heart and soul were complete strangers to each other, and I realized that I only knew what I was to other people: a …
