Since childhood I’ve been called, “Old Weird Barb.” Yes, by my own family. Funny thing, I've always thought of myself as pretty middle-of-the-road. Even as a young child I thought I wasn’t weird because I thought everyone thought they were weird. I suppose there is one thing that is weird about me. But, let’s not let that cat out of the bag just yet.
I haven’t always been pleased with how my life has been going, but I’ve always had good family and friends--no, great family and friends, including my four-legged ones. I can't say that I belong to many groups. No AAA or AA or even A. I live in the country where people seem to stick to themselves and take care of each other at the same time. I like that.
If you want to be the best person you can be, I'll do my best to support and guide and lift and respect and love you along the way. We can be on this journey together. I feel a little selfish because it helps me when I help you help me help you help me...
I'm Barb's alter ego. Fiction and non-fiction seem to require different minds, or, at least different mindsets. I'm all about alternative life as well, specifically the life I would have led if I was a fictional character in a fictional world with emotional truth as the common denominator with the nonfictional world. I hope this makes sense. It's what my work is all about.
Everyone chooses their path or bows to a greater power, which I guess is their choice, too. I definitely strive to choose my own path without pissing off the greater power. My readers understand the difficulty in doing so. Sometimes they like a little humor. Sometimes they like a jig or a jag from the most honorable path. My readers are into forgiveness.
Hitch a ride with me. Curse me or embrace each word. But if you are on my journey for even a short while, I hope you are a better person because of it or in spite of it. Either way, the journey takes a path through joy and despair, tears and smiles, connections we can not deny or avoid (or let me know when I fail miserably).