When I started the gypsy’s journals, I intended them as a sort of sentimental memoir. Always and forever meant as a gift for my children. I never considered writing a blog. I thought (at most) my kids may publish them long after I’m gone. Whenever they realize- Hey, Mom was actually super fuckin rad, and she wrote some really badass shit”… that’s it. I meant for my kids to one day, many moons from now, to see my words.. read my thoughts.. feel me there, with them still, long after I’m gone.. to pick me up off of these pages.. and to want to figure me out. I hope someday they want to understand me. I hope they find all the answers they may come to realize they’ve been looking for… Whenever that day is, I hope they will also come to know a couple of foundational truths about this woman that raised them..

One, that I was not always like this..
Two, that I am so much more than I seem..

Let’s dive right into it…