I’m an American girl. A California girl. If you know anything about us, you know that we were going rogue from the very beginning. It’s in my blood. These are my musings, rants, and oftentimes outright screams at the universe that help me stay sane. I hope they will keep me from doing anything from being true to my go-rogue personality. I’ve been going rogue all my life. If you’re one like me too, you already know that this has never been the easy path. But you cannot help it! It’s hard-wired into us. People that like to play it safe don’t like us. The actual definition of the word rogue is characterized by very negative implications. That is not what I mean. “go rogue” is what I am talking about. This phrase means to “go rogue — behave erratically or dangerously, especially by disregarding the rules or the usual way of doing something.” By this I do NOT mean that I lived a dangerous life, breaking the law. I have integrity. By go rogue I mean that I went up against every sick conventional practice, idea, or system that landed in my life. And by that I mean everything, right down to filing my own divorce without an attorney and refusing spousal support. That’s right. I don’t do things like the herd does, and this space is where I’m going to talk about it all. This space is for me and me alone. If nobody ever reads this, it will not matter to me. I’m not looking for followers. I’m looking for something much bigger than a journal. This is like a permanent work of art for me to create. My art is expressed in words and thoughts. So here I am.
