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your ego has no halo


your ego has no halo

 

why when you get laid do i get screwed?

and you’re always dressed, while i blush nude

newsflash, your ego has no halo

her friends are all men

seems again and again

no key to their vault

it just wasn’t her fault

she was too needy

cared not for those greedy

aced crossword puzzles

with inked letter bubbles

angels accept cash

shorter lines do get fast

true colors seem dull

staring at stilled seagulls

she does not exist

or so she’ll still insist

scene selections read

while union jobs are dead

magic wand hard core

the one tool she adored

her hands are tied tight

she refuses to fight

a chuckle to laugh

cheeky smirks just in half

i’m headed somewhere

from here and everywhere

dragonflies in seas

firefly bumblebees

reader discretion

advised to perfection

she a puppeteer

strings were her biggest fear

manipulated

from means she created

she directs opal

three toys in total

they may not be real

but she knows that they feel

wood and fake faces

drunk and so wasted

string master unseen

talents seemingly obscene

the insanity

professional vanity

after a while past

time turned quick and fast

remaining unseen

she then could twirl her dream

puppets and not dolls

sculptures not stupid balls

it’s the innocent

that want us to invent

sick really sick

these wooden sticks

varnished and painted

cracked and sainted

trust me lay low

cause your ego got no halo

you fool your halo has the ego


Stanford awards for my writing


 

Kimberly Gray Is Published In The Ranks Of Stanford Who’s Who

 

TORONTO, ON, CANADA,   August 16, 2012 /Stanford Who’s Who/ — With over three decades of professional experience in the communications and publishing industries,Kimberly Gray is an author who has consistently displayed the passion, vision, and dedication necessary to be mentioned among the elite. As a result of her phenomenal body of work, Kimberly has earned recognition in the exclusive network of prominent professionals with Stanford Who’s Who.

Although she has been writing for several years, Kimberly has spent the majority of her professional career in the advertising and communications field, working on global accounts in the roles of broadcast producer, account supervisor, print producer, and communications manager. It was not until about seven years ago that she decided to start sharing her writing work with the world, having since been the recipient of editor’s choice awards and poet of the year as well as self-publishing three books which include a novel and two poetry collections.

Kimberly’s novel is entitled, My Life as a White, Female Drug Dealer, which tells the story of Sky, who was caught up in the life of a drug dealer and addict and lived to tell her tale. Bringing readers into the world of spiritual, mental, and physical insanity, violence, and consequences that Sky lived through, the book takes people on a journey of loneliness, self-medication, hopelessness, and fear. The redeeming quality of the story is that it lets people know that they are never alone, no matter how hard their life may become, and that there is always hope that they can climb up from the hole and get back on solid ground.

Also working in the world of poetry, Kimberly published Unnecessary Poetry and More Unnecessary Poetry, both books with 30 poems from the incredibly imaginative mind of the author. These sensational collections of creative verse take readers into the boundless imagination of her mind, into places that were previously unknown and are sure to pique the interest of all who take the journey.

Overcoming numerous obstacles over the course of her life, Kimberly serves as an inspiration to all, proving that the only thing that can stop someone lies within their own mind. She has persevered through endless waves of adversity to become a successful advertising and communications professional as well as an accomplished author who continues to create. Evidencing her remarkable reputation in the writing field, Kimberly is a member of the Canadian Authors Association.

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Do Women have Nocturnal Orgasms, ‘wet dreams?’


Do Women have Wet Dreams?

Absolutely!

So why a hub about women and Wet Dreams? Because many women aren’t aware as to whether they do or do not have wet dreams. And the many women that do have them, better known asNocturnal Orgasms or Emissions, most, keep it under the covers, sort of speak. Then there are those who have never had one and others who do but are unsure given the severity or intensity of the orgasm.

My own experiences as a woman, not until after childbirth, had me bedazzled because no one ever talked about female wet dreams and I knew I was having them. So I privately did some reading and found out some interesting facts.

I thought this content could shed some light for both sexes regarding female wet dreams as this video shows you many women are unclear about the entire subject matter. So let’s dive in, shall we;

What is a female wet Dream?

Wet dreams typically occur in males during their prepubescent and teenage years. Though they usually taper off as males mature. Some may experience them in adulthood.

Wet Dreams are generally defined aserotic dreams that culminate with an orgasm. They are very commonly associated with nocturnal emissions. An involuntary ejaculation that occurs when one’s asleep.

We now know women experience these wet dreams also, not as common or often as men.

When a female experiences a wet dream, the vagina becomes lubricated as she becomes sexually aroused in her dream. However, less liquid is produced by females, leaving less evidence she has had a wet dream.

Women can have wet dreams from the age of 14 for the rest of her life. Your body responds to sex asleep the same way it would if you were awake. There is a fortunate increase in involvement as the dream progresses.

Females and wet dreams

First and Foremost female wet dreams are not rare nor harmful, but perfectly normal

Actually women who experience these dreams, wish they could have them more. Wet dreams and fantasy’s are a way for us to explore the forbidden.

A means for us to explore our sexuality without actually acting on it.

We don’t hear or talk very much about female wet dreams primarily because it is much more common in males, with a greater focus on male sexuality both in science and people in general.

It is also perfectly normal for a woman to not have an orgasm in her sleep or know she has had one.

It’s noteworthy to mention, a female wet dream cannot be directly compared to that of a males.

Women rarely ejaculate fluid at the point of orgasm (there are exceptions-however, that’s another Hub someday) like men.

But women do have nocturnal orgasms, just not as frequently as men. Women who do have orgasms during sleep, usually have them several times a year.

Some History and Stats-The Facts

In 1953, Alfred Kingsey, the famous sexuality researcher, found that nearly 40% of the 5,628 women he interviewed experienced, at least once, a wet dream by the time they reached 45 years of age.

A smaller study in 1986, in the Journal of Sex Research, found that 85% of the women who experienced nocturnal orgasm had done so by the age of 21.

Some even before the age of 13.

Who has Wet Dreams?

40% of women have at least one wet dream by the age of 45. This compares to males at 80%.

It does not mean you lack in sex or have an overactive sex drive.

Sometimes a show or movie that arouses you may trigger this dream. I suggest you watch it again, curl up with a Teddy between your legs and see what happens.

Fewer than 10% of women compared to 50% of men report having wet dreams more than 5x a year.

Men often experience their first orgasm during a wet dream, where women rarely have an orgasm except by sex or other means first.

 

Why do wet dreams occur?

Doctors are not 100% sure why wetdreams occur but there are some arguable theory’s.

  • while asleep the body is actually experiencing what it is dreaming

  • for males, due to a build up of sperm and need to ejaculate

  • testosterone drugs increase the number of wet dreams

  • according to web.md, during an 8 hour period males will get an erection 6-8 times and females will lubricate the same number of times

  • once asleep the body goes through checking test of sexual body parts

 

When do wet dreams occur?

 While we are sleeping, our bodies enter a state known as REM ‘rapid eye movement’. This period can last from a few minutes to a half hour.

 This is the point to which sleepers have the most vivid dreams.

 Wet dreams most often occur during this REM sleep.

How often do wet dreams happen and are they safe?

There is no average number of how often wet dreams occur. Some have reported having these every few months while other women more rarely. There are also those (much fewer) who have reported having wet dreams every few days.

There are some 60 % of women who will never experience a wet dream at all.

Interestingly enough, it is a known fact that women who sleep in longer have more wet dreams than women who don’t. This due to the fact there is more time to allow for REM sleep.

Lastly, wet dreams are completely safe and cause no harm or effect to any part of your body in a negative way. If anything they are extremely healthy for the mind and body and overall feeling of personal sensuality.

So………..

I hope tonight you eat well, have a full tummy, watch a favorite movie with Brad Pit or Ron Jeremy, whichever your preference, tuck in early, don’t forget the Teddy, set your alarm for an hour later in the morning, think erotic thoughts, and hope for the best.

Sweet Dreams my Female Friends.


Come lye here below me


lye here below me

When I was bitten, and chosen to be turned, I was already immortal. An angel. A fallen angel, yes, but an angel nonetheless

Tis that painting

To which you stare

I wrestle in hating

As she’s brushed there

 

Maybe see me so still

But it’s been a lie

A game to kill

What’s it like to cry?

 

I cannot comprehend

What it feels you say real

Wish I could once pretend

But it’s your emotions I do not feel

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

 

Come to me now

Lay your body below me

Your going to feel how

Throbbing loved by we

 

Stare if you must

Your pissing me off

Loose the desired trust

I am furthest from soft

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

Still you crave me

Based on what you have read

Fine weak mortal become we

I will enjoy rubbing on me as you bleed

 

Why must I attract

the obvious retards

Boring as expected to react

You pretend to feel some regard

 

You will die soon

This I say

Tomorrow by noon

I will enjoy you, my prey

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

 

Soon to be master

You’ll think so smart

Watch me play faster

and rip out your heart

 

Best take credit

It’s already dieing

You begged and I read it

My fun an invite to rush your lieing

 

Let’s go, wait we have

Your challenge of jokes

Has clearly offered the road you pave

My joy the day you gasp from chokes

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

Come play tough liar

This is my life

Decievinga crier

Feel my speed as your knife

 

You taunted first

Meaning I haunting last

Unaware I have yes started your curse

Fake mortals like you easily so fast

 

I promise you girly fool

I always get mine

Not one single rule

Especially of your kind

 

You know what’s so crazy

Is calling someone crazy

When you know they are

What is crazy baby?

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

I laugh as you don’t know

Yet call me in public scared then go

Your about to see in person

Karma you disregard ah, so you worsen

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

 

 

 


My Weapon your Lesson


 

I am Changing, Why? Time is……

Another Vampire Feast

Yet you enter me at least

I will never let go

Your desire I now know

To show you I am wide

My secret hides on my other side

Only alone do I feel this pleasure

Hidden are my gifts of pressure

Fears undeserving far to long an

Love, immortal, is our song

Time I pray will rid of his kills

Turning slowly I can’t sit still

Now I was able to let you see

My weapons are none more than me

The source that is killing

the very one I find thrilling

Tis far greater to mock my mistakes

In my life, immortal, no saviours gate

Time I suppose will help me with skills

More techniques to learn, rules and kills

Come I will never let go

Your desire I now know

To show you I am wide

My secret hides on my other side

Only alone do I feel this pleasure

Hidden are my gifts of treasure

Fears undeserving far too long

Love, not immortal, is our song

Time I pray will rid of his kills

Turning slowly I can’t sit still

Now I was able to let you see

My weapons are none more than me

The factor that is killing me

Is the very one I cannot feel just see

It is far greater to beg for my mistakes

And in my life, now immortal not fake

Time I suppose will help perfect my skills

Techniques teach obedience whilst one kills

Rather choose to obey and respect

Distribute fear to begin I will Infect

Chase as effect to hunt thy prey

Just to judge their fear this way

You do not know what I can do

The silence you hear, is calm for you

Mistake me again for being kind

Reveals stupidity in your witty mind

Make no mistake I live in peace

I can watch myself even as beast

Time I pray will rid of his kills

Turning slowly I can’t sit still

Should you hurt just one I love

Or mock my being just look above

Search for protection as you look up there

Do know the prey you hurt with no care

See and hear the clarity I speak

As you only do know we will meet

What? Is it possible to respect your smut?

Do hope your joking, your finished and cut

You the type who laugh even now

encourage in sequel, will show how

Time I suppose will help perfect my skills

Techniques teach obedience whilst thy kills

You so perfect in all of each day

Run, start now, my love, my next preY

Until eve of Tomorrows Day

I must know why I change, what’s biting my way

Regardless mY weapon, will be your lesson.

Trust you may, come lets preY

 


I need my curser to help me out


I just know if this curser I seem to stare at all day would blink to the rhythm of my i-tunes song that is blasting, I would get much more work done.

Computer Hassles? Phone 13 G-E-E-K

Computer Hassles? Phone 13 G-E-E-K (Photo credit: Jessica.James)

To even increase my productivity and creativity further this would help;

  • clap screen to different faint pantone background colours.
  • threaten me gangster style if i have not typed in over 5 minutes.
  • I would be even more eager to work if my curser was a mini coloured Louis Vuitton purse.
  • squeezing my eyes really tight reacted in the next perfect word to type.
  • a screen wiper freshened my screen by cleaning all the cigarette smoke off after every 3 cigarettes.
  • in a non-computer sounding voice, rather realistic male voice once every half hour told me how gorgeous and talented I was.
  • spell check actually worked.
  • my office chair had bluetooth to my mac and when I try to stand up my mac would say “no more munchies and wine.”
  • a soothing aroma, in a timely matter oozed gently from under my keys when it felt fit.
  • touching my screen with 2 fingers gave me a replacement of 3 minute mirror, not revealing my writing hairstyle.
  • large red WARNING letters flash when I write something stupid [I heard that]
  • when I get a reflection of myself from my screen, it would have really big boobies!
  • that a replica of my hand would come out of my camera hole and give me a slap when I write blogs to write blogs.

 

Any others?

 

Have a great Day!!!!!


A brothel’s ceiling fan


As my memory rests

I never forget why I loved

They told me innocence will never last

I am 40 something, needing to be hugged

Once drenched in pain

Choked back in childhood

When I would dip my right hand

In that gray flour and its gravity

Love is so rare

A handful of ash holds

The entire worlds weight

I belong a long way from here

Will you plunge through my home door

Announce by dance you are here

Get me tied in a love knot, bitten free

Let’s still get stoned

Show me your veined hands

We’ll play and slumber in my life boat

Only to wake, feeling your breath

On my neck. Don’t tell me I am beautiful, show me

Let me learn from your animistic release

Depend on this breeze, as we do our chemicals

To cease my fear your embrace that seeks to still me

Truth is I need to be inspired and dream of you

It’s true there must be an angel smiling on her face

When she thought up ways to put one on mine

Only in tears though do I speak in the dark

Keep your predatory clench in your powerful jaw

It hurts to eat, so you surrender my needs

Inspiring me, releasing me, strengthening me

Now gathering up moms clothes for the poor

A litter of souls, I love as I was protected

Dreadlocks or crew cuts, i spend with my life

Pleasing up my men, only one broke

Blown open, a girl again for the first time

I listened to the earths heartbeat, finally

I am inspired, everyone I miss left hurt

Some have claimed my heart as theirs

When my last love came, he slid a palm

Across my eyes and lent me his mouth

Laid his head in the middle of me

Bent me, and my face rests on the

Meadow of his chest, again to listen

To the earths heartbeat

I see many windows vacant

No one keeps the brothel‘s ceiling fan

Or the infants mouth sewn shut

Suppose none of us stay in one place long

Last night my dream was so deep

My bed came UNroped from it’s actions

My father in the doorway, dead

Just home from the graveyard shift

Inspired as I possess that brothel’s ceiling fan

It has seen all that I do

It is silent and wicked

I find comport as it has seen worse

It’s blue

My brothel’s ceiling fan

My favorite toy and rhythm

Count its turns, as it drills a new hole

Tragic

Tricks of magic

Mix it

Or magic in tricks

Depending on the gift of its breeze

While doing chemicals

Expired

Piles of condoms

Blue.

My magic brothel fan.


I am my biggest fan and follow myself


That’s why I like WordPress, I can follow myself and I haven’t been on a site yet where I otherwise could.  Yes I am aware I am talking to myself.  That’s the gift-what happens in my mind, stays in my mind.  A good coping mechanism when one has lost their marbles and is still hungry, is the imagination.  Oh this came about when……

I realized this morning how serious and quiet, even boring and bitchy I have been lately.  It’s not like I am trying to get out of the responsibility of my actions but do confess book promoting is such a drag.  One month of promoting now and it never occurred to me I could take a break or try and work on my next novel.  Having said that my genius mind has decided under no circumstances can I promote my novel, or I shall turn into an irreversible undertaker professionally.

I say……………….

Shit, I think I just promoted myself.  OK, doesn’t count as I am trying to make excuses for my irritating, irresponsible, isolating, ignorant,  illegal, instigating, intolerable, insensitive, insane, itchy, and intoxicated behavior.  Yes I make myself laugh. I may add quite often, quite hard and for long periods of time. I think I am being tickled from  a nervous breakdown.  So I am here to counteract it with typing some thoughts for the moment, It won’t take long, as I have short term memory lapses.

Not in the telling a funny joke way, actually I never get jokes. But in a OMG kinda way. Difficult to explain and I so wish I was a writer to articulate my funniness or humor suppose is a more classy term. I’m all about class, oozes from me. Yep classy natural humor.

Thank goodness I find myself funny, most don’t. They think I am serious or weird or just don’t understand me, until of course, they get to know me.

That’s when the laughter is expected. Primarily from me. I am trying to think of some examples to demonstrate my hilarious demeanor.

I reckon the Three Musketeers are all doing poems in some fancy uptight format or version? I bet they are not expecting one from me about me [zip it]. Please do not be alarmed that I am talking to myself, I am kinda stuck doing so since ‘You’ [me] make me laugh is written to, about, for, from, well, me.

Well I made up my mind since my minds world got me started. It gave myself permission to publicly make an a**  of myself [quite therapeutic if I do say].  It’s widget time and here’s what I’m thinking *giggles* [no control of bladder sometimes, sorry]

Today I shall be LEGO girl!

May I add that my mother told me; Imagination is said to be intelligence having fun. I like that. Though she said not to share it with people as it cycles too fast and teachers use to think I was trying to get thrown out of class.  Well, unless WordPress has teachers, I feel pretty confident I am safe. If only I could just invent some intelligence, or find where I can buy it? Please advise if you can……… It’s OK your safe, I am not contagious [well there anyways].

Hope you guessed by now what makes me laugh is my own imagination. Good thing people can read my mind cause imagine if they couldn’t

Let’s imagine if…….

  • I had an imagination
  • siamese twins were formerly joined at the lips
  • spin the bottle could only be played by schizophrenics
  • there was a medical devise for reshaping the tongue
  • men used portable urinals-remembering to shake
  • that Britney was my daughter
  • we gave out free earplugs to elephants
  • all hot married men had single twin brothers
  • if I wasn’t so funny
  • if I understood what PSYCHOANALYTICAL meant

And imagine if……….

  • I owned HubPages
  • babies and elders didn’t poop their pants but the rest of us did
  • the dictionary was funny
  • Blowfish were the ones smuggling cocaine through the waterways
  • Google slept, just even once
  • cats could have a drivers licence
  • seahorses discovered another side to the globe
  • we could follow ourselves and leave awesome fan mail all over the net
  • we could buy accolades or trade like hockey cards
  • No one had hair except sunnieday and kimberly gray

And imagine if…………….

  • we could be immature forever
  • we could eat right from our computer screens pictures of food [careful with the fish]
  • Shamoo was a person in real life
  • snakes all had a big nose
  • OMG if I was not so smokin hot
  • The automatic Umbrella doubled as a toiled when turned upside down [what? there are emergencies
  • a vampire bit me, again but 3x now missed the spot
  • if I was a writer
  • all recipes were interactive
  • school principles were not allowed to use their intercoms

And imagine if…………….

  • it was impossible to be famous
  • you could induce an instant orgasm by scratching your head
  • you could create itchy pink dandruff
  • politicians didn’t have artificial hearts
  • parrots could only curse and swear
  • OMG I wasn’t so self-consumed
  • if men wen’t so confusing in bed
  • you could eat your tickles
  • I won some talent
  • our bums were always exposed
  • eating radishes grew hair on men and women’s chests

And imagine if…………….

  • burkas were made of leather
  • I could be of sound mind, and have volume controls
  • Visa was a gift with each bible redeemable at any fast food restaurant
  • the sound of dogs barks were farts and their farts made a bark
  • if I was born a day earlier, how different my life might have been
  • if we all would think alike – bet there would be a lot less humour
  • if we never once had to get up in the morning
  • a new pair of shoes came with every supersize meal
  • SomewayOuttaHere learned to be cool and ride motorcycles
  • the world all became Canadian citizens

And imagine if…………….

  • lineups were illegal
  • I had boobies
  • I was the face on the hundred dollar bill
  • Heaven was at the pick up counter in Starbucks
  • I wasn’t long-winded
  • Police wore tighter pants by 2 sizes
  • the most elite golf courses in the world were in the bronx
  • the duration of pregnancy was 3 hours, 4 with twins
  • only truck drivers had emotions
  • cure for hangovers were somersaults
  • Wayne finally washed his willy
And imagine if……………
  • if spiders wore tap shoes
  • denture glue was a multi-purpose deodorant, and skin cream as well.
  • jellyfish was delicious with peanut butter
  • blogging increased your IQ [start-blog a lot!]
  • superheroes wore trench coats with belts, not capes
  • Denzel Washington proposed to me
  • the playboy mansion was a gift from Hef
  • beautiful brides didn’t get ugly later on
  • colour coded souls so people could see right through you
  • sex was a legal if we kept maintaining the 4x a day law
  • snot did not exist

And imagine if…………….

  • pornography was famous due to the fact the ‘actors’ had to be clothed
  • those scam inheritance emails were real
  • you could make money writing
  • gambling was mandatory for all citizens until the age of 21
  • WordPress also doubled as an ATM machine [get cash from CD slot]
  • WordPress bought each blogger a racehorse of their choice
  • Robert Downey Junior took me out on the ever waiting date in Bermuda
  • a 6 pack really had 7 and the 7th was free
  • there was a huge black market for buying and selling blogs using bookies as they would know how to stay under internet police radar
  • imagine if I kept going ……………………..


Upcoming Novel peak – A woman’s passion exposed


I crave a different form of passion tonight. Not a physical one.

Rather one that stems from imagination and grows with creativity. Parts of truth and parts of private wishes.

A true sketch of the dreams a woman desires from a man. Wishes from a man. From an unknown man.

I want to get this passion from words and build a moment in time. Writing only, to see where I can go.

Lets explore intimate parts of fantasy while creating passion.

Hmm… lets see, where does my dream start?

It starts with me brushing my long dark hair. Sitting at my makeup table staring at myself in the mirror, wondering how I am really perceived by my bad or good looks. I can never figure it out. However it seems to be continually on my mind.

All the shades are pulled down and I sit in my favorite lingerie. No plans, just alone and pampering myself after a long hot bath.

Regardless I proceed and apply makeup by wearing my eyes as black as I can, to start.

Lips blood red and Channel perfume. As I sit continuing to slowly brush my hair, still staring in the mirror, there is a knock at the door.

Startled, I check the time at 1 am and fear kicks in. I have no one that visits at this time. Especially unannounced.

Another knock, even louder and a male voice, calling my name.

I ran to my door’s peep hole and froze in shock as to who I was looking at.


I’m trying to find out how to write like me


My life as a white, female drug dealer, with all the elements excluding the audiobook which will take a little longer to complete.

First the Novel‘s trailor in video;

VIDEO for novel promo

Revised Cover

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.  This novel is far more than a story about a drug dealer.  It is delivered however by it’s core context through the eyes of a girl named ‘SKY’ who sadly is also an addict.  She kindly let’s us accompany her along her journey to the gates of insanity due to drugs, no direction as a child, a desperate search to be loved, trying to feel normal, when violence never left her life since the age of 8.

Amazing to be alive today, she hopes sharing her chaos and consequences may touch someone who needs to know they are not alone and there is hope.  We all have a story, and when we share a little bit of ourselves we never know who, but almost always help someone else.  She thought she never had a chance.  And look at her today, no known explanation, but she is sharing her story as hard as it may be.  She is learning that writing is very healing.  She has just begun.

Some Reviews;

What an amazing story … I saw the size of you … and couldn’t help wondering how unbelievably strong, brave, courageous and determined you were to stay alive despite all of what happened to you! I am truly in awe of you? You are a true survivor!  I agree that there is a reason why you were able to survive all of what happened to you … your book is the first step.
I so enjoyed reading it … once I got a chance to start … I could not put it down.
Absolutely, you need to share your story in the high schools … and I urge you to make contact with CAMH as I know that they welcome clients to share their stories on many levels.  I think your idea to bring it to the high schools where you get to address the “youth” is a must do.  Think of how many teenagers you can reach … girls that may have experienced or are experiencing what you did … by telling your story you will encourage young girls to speak out against rape and/or any other criminal behaviour towards them!  It will also make teenage boys think twice and/or be more aware of how unacceptable that kind of criminal behaviour is unacceptable and “girls” will speak out against them to prevent others from being hurt – and that there are consequences.  (The same goes for any boys that may have been invaded in the same way.)
THANK YOU for sharing your story with me … my “food addiction” and “unemployment status” in comparison with what you have endured in your life since the age of 8 … helped me to get a better focus on my life … I have lived in a “glass house”.  I am grateful especially for the richness I have stemming from family (my backbone) and friends.
You are an amazing woman …
I will pass your book along
  • Anonymous
As I read this, I wanted to jump right into the story and help this lost child. Well written. I will be looking forward to the next chapter.
  • Anonymous

Where to begin? This book is both compelling and shocking. The author pulls no punches and takes the reader on a journey; an honest, brutal journey which examines the nature of drug addiction and mental illness. Rarely have I come across a book which is thought-provoking, tragic, violent, uplifting and educational…all at the same time.

Frankly, not only was I unable to put this book down, I was also unable to stop thinking about its content for several days after reading it. If you only buy one book this year, make sure it’s “My life as a white, female drug dealer.” Not only is it the most important book this year so far, it will change your perspective about the life of an addict, forever.

The rest of reviews and available in eBook format and softcover format can be found on facebook, amazon, smashwords, LuLu and createspace, then also distributed for sale at Barnes and Noble, Kobo, apple, Diesel, kindle, etc.
I hope I have included what needs to be said, in this one post finally!  Thank you for your patience as the scattered newbie in me is trying to find my voice.
Two poetry books of a series are also available just the same as above.
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Thank you and have a safe 24!
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