The only reason I am sharing the following is so that some of you will hold me accountable. I am terrified, but what else is new? So I cracked open the door. Sweet Lord.


Preface

This book is not about a life that has lived, seen it all, and learned from it’s mistakes. Contrarily, it’s about me. A Baton Rouge girl. Louisiana spice. The strange combination of a woman and a child. All that jazz. I’m dedicating it to 3 year old me. She was innocent. She had not seen what people could do yet. Her hair was curly, but that was ok, because she didn’t know that wasn’t cool. For all she knew her boobs would be buxom. Life was an open, happy road like the yellow brick one. She didn’t know about the flying monkeys and bitchy trees that threw apples. She thought she was pretty, special, and loveable. She was all that and more like every other 3 year old. She was a good girl even though she said “shit” out loud near her mother to see what it felt like, tasted like. Thinking it just wasn’t enough. She believed in God and had not started having nightmares yet. So here’s to you little Karen. This is your story. Well, not your story, but your heart’s story. It’s about the lessons and experiences and observations that you have since felt. It’s about what has happened so far and maybe coming out of it all in tact. We’ll see. I hope to use words like pontificate, jackassery, douche bag (a given), tomfoolery, and lomax. Maybe I can squeeze in hope, love, and peace.