I live a gypsy’s life.

I dance to the music in my head when no one else is looking.

I can hear the stars sing, taste the sky, and see music in living color.

I talk to animals. And the homeless.

I believe that open fields are for flowers, critters, running, and making love – not war.

I love to feel the sand between my toes, the wind in my hair, and the rain on my face.

I often contradict myself. No I don’t.

I hate to drive and sometimes hit the curb when I park.

When I am bored, I fantasize about being a famous Broadway star.

I do not know how to merge, speak Lithuanian or cook.

I am West Coast in a Jersey sort of way.

I can not tell a lie with a straight face.

I think there should be an “off” switch for obnoxious, loud or boring people.

I keep a sleeping bag in my truck in case I simply don’t want to leave.

I once owned a heavyweight belt signed by Mohammad Ali.

I am loved.

Most importantly, I cherish each day as if it were my last. -Patricia Alfano