I am a writer. I have always been a writer, so much that I cannot even remember the first times I wrote. It has just been a part of me for as long as I can remember. I spent many years caught up in the cycle of addiction and disease. As Hurricane Katrina headed straight for New Orleans, I spent my last hours in that life working in a strip club on Bourbon Street, hoping to make enough money to fuel my heroin habit for a couple of days. Track marks covered my body, extending past my arms and in almost every nook and cranny even invading the veins of my neck. Hurricane Katrina blew through the Crescent City, taking with her the lives of loved ones, homes of generations, history, culture, and a habit the size of Texas. She scattered the debris of my life to all the far-reaching corners of this world, leaving me broken and severed for some time. But the Phoenix always rises again.
I have been clean for five years, and I have begun to make up for lost time. I am a mother of a two-year old son. I just graduated college with a BA in Communications, with my concentration in Mass Media. I have a minor in Journalism, as well. My goal is to make a living at the craft of writing, in whatever capacity I can. I think it will be a dream come true to support my family with my words, with my mystical talent.