“This is MY BABY!” a proud 15 month old declares to admirers of sister. Papa gifts Mama wi vasectomy; worry free sex FTW!

Married. Senior in HS. Win State 4 Drama & Original Oratory. National Honor Society. Son born 5 days b4 graduation. #Happy

One year from Drama Medalist, to Shakespeare’s Katrina, to lover, to pregnant, to Senior, to Married. A hectic pace for change. 

Teen years blur of theater, rodeos n boys in every town, none allowed to do more than kiss me. Then BAM! Love! Passion! CMC!

Breasts grow in with a vengeance. School nickname is ‘Boobs’. Raped by 1st love – can’t tell cuz ’77 WY culture says its my fault*












* Just a note: Some girls still get blamed for rape today. Teach your son control, teach your daughters defense and teach both RESPECT!

City kids hate on Sh*t kicker me. First kiss is marred by chewing tobacco.  A new found passion for acting provides escape.

Highs and lows of puberty struck with a vengeance. Parents divorced, remarried and moved us to the city in 12 short months.

Ten was tough: I was branded ‘Horse Killer’ by angry Gran, and suffered devastating loss of treasured dog Festus: snake-bite.

One bored and whiny 9yr old and one very frustrated mother add up to a summer of reading Shakespeare’s Complete Works on a dare.