Stranger Things Have Happened

And you thought Ian Crawford first asking me out those many years ago defied the laws of nature. My managing to get my unknown ass on tv not once but twice. My impressing the likes of Richard Dixon-the man who discovered Rosie O Donell, Eddie Murphy and Jerry Seinfeld-and signing of all things a modeling contract with him. Meeting and falling with love with Michael online in Germany, and marrying him a year and a half later. Having a beautiful child when we were told we couldn't. Surviving a terrifying car wreck. Once being at the gate of Buckingham Palace to see Prince Charles and The Queen Mother. Being miraculously cured of breast tumors following a healing mass. Being adopted after being a drug baby, and by a wonderful family. Having a famous birth father. Escaping a rape attempt, a kidnapping effort and a murder attempt on the streets of lower Manhattan. Graduating High School. Cleaning my apartment right for once. I have had luck overflowing.

Hey, stranger things have happened to me, so why should these new opportunities surprise me? But they do. Do they ever.

I have been asked by a entertainment entrepenuer/investor to do a calendar, the cover artwork to be done by renowned pin up artist Jay Trembly - who has expressed more than professional interest in me.... (We've been chatting and talking on the phone for a couple of weeks now and find myself more than intrigued by the attractive, dark-haired painter.)

It's a scary thought to think you may soon be able to go to your local mall and pick up twelve months of me in my skivies. One may question whether the public has not suffered enough?

I'm not tall, busty and blonde. I'm not 18 but very near double that. At 34 I am not only starting over in my career but in the dating world-soon to be single after six years with Michael. I am so confused. Depressed over my inevidable divorce. Excighted by new career opportunities. Flattered by unexpected possibilties of love. Scared shitless of it all.