I am a wife and mother, a sister to eighteen siblings, the biological daughter of a famous country music star, raised by wonderful adoptive parents. I’ve been myself a professional recording artist, actress, creative and PR writer, part-time model and back-up dancer. To some I have represented ambition, determination and success. I can boast to getting my nearly unknown ass on national television not once but twice, and my songs onto regular rotation on several mainstream New
York FM radio stations while I was still in high school. I soon after opened on tour for members of Public Enemy, signed a modeling contract and was cast in the female lead in a TV movie opposite Rosie O Donnell, (seemingly destined for success before funding fell through.) I’ve been to Europe numerous times, and stood at the gate of Buckingham Palace before Prince Charles and The Queen Mother. I dated and counted among my closest friend’s a number of celebrities, including stunning singer/actor and Rudolph Valentino cousin Ian Crawford, which downright defied the laws of nature. I have a beautiful child I was told I would never conceive. I ultimately and unexpectedly met my beloved husband Michael online of all places, while he was living in Germany and thus began the most remarkable romance of my life. In many ways, I have been
blessed beyond words.
But I have also been and done and seen other things you will never find etched on my business card or printed on a shingle. My reality has not all been roses, as so few are when the too often ugly truth is revealed. I was an abandoned drug baby, born to a heroin dependent
teenage prostitute. I’ve been a victim and survivor of a myriad of miseries-suffering from abuse to lung, liver and breast disease, anorexia and bulimia. I’ve narrowly escaped sexual assault, kidnapping and murder attempts on the streets of lower Manhattan. I’ve flipped my car thrice and walked away. I experienced the horror of an emergency landing when a major airline jet ran out of fuel during a storm and began falling out of the sky at 22,000 feet. I have been after all of this reduced to a shadow of my stronger self, an anxious, obsessive-compulsive agoraphobic. I have lived many of these past 34 years
with fire in my gut. So why I should find myself now transplanted to rural Oklahoma and living in public housing without the ability to travel, fearful, lost, depressed and discouraged is baffling to people-mostly to myself. I’ve lost my identity, my direction, my spunk. I am rendered a woman without a cause, without a spine, and without a clue as to why.
With this book I begin a journey-an examination, an explanation of my life, and a quest to uncover both the root of my problem and the key to putting the dream back in drive.
I am down but don't count me out just yet. Flesh and folly pass with time but Dreams Don’t Die.
York FM radio stations while I was still in high school. I soon after opened on tour for members of Public Enemy, signed a modeling contract and was cast in the female lead in a TV movie opposite Rosie O Donnell, (seemingly destined for success before funding fell through.) I’ve been to Europe numerous times, and stood at the gate of Buckingham Palace before Prince Charles and The Queen Mother. I dated and counted among my closest friend’s a number of celebrities, including stunning singer/actor and Rudolph Valentino cousin Ian Crawford, which downright defied the laws of nature. I have a beautiful child I was told I would never conceive. I ultimately and unexpectedly met my beloved husband Michael online of all places, while he was living in Germany and thus began the most remarkable romance of my life. In many ways, I have been
blessed beyond words.
But I have also been and done and seen other things you will never find etched on my business card or printed on a shingle. My reality has not all been roses, as so few are when the too often ugly truth is revealed. I was an abandoned drug baby, born to a heroin dependent
teenage prostitute. I’ve been a victim and survivor of a myriad of miseries-suffering from abuse to lung, liver and breast disease, anorexia and bulimia. I’ve narrowly escaped sexual assault, kidnapping and murder attempts on the streets of lower Manhattan. I’ve flipped my car thrice and walked away. I experienced the horror of an emergency landing when a major airline jet ran out of fuel during a storm and began falling out of the sky at 22,000 feet. I have been after all of this reduced to a shadow of my stronger self, an anxious, obsessive-compulsive agoraphobic. I have lived many of these past 34 years
with fire in my gut. So why I should find myself now transplanted to rural Oklahoma and living in public housing without the ability to travel, fearful, lost, depressed and discouraged is baffling to people-mostly to myself. I’ve lost my identity, my direction, my spunk. I am rendered a woman without a cause, without a spine, and without a clue as to why.
With this book I begin a journey-an examination, an explanation of my life, and a quest to uncover both the root of my problem and the key to putting the dream back in drive.
I am down but don't count me out just yet. Flesh and folly pass with time but Dreams Don’t Die.
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