The last petal has fallen, a queen is born, and the disarray of her world is about to shatter under her very throne.
She’s the proud mother of four little critters who are the reason she breathes, but also the reason she drinks.
She loves to write like how she lives, hanging on the edge of insanity with a wine glass in one hand and her morals-or lack thereof- in the other.
Those are not my monkeys, I swear….
Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine.