My Goodbye Aversion

So I have a wake and funeral to attend for a lovely woman who is/was like a mama to me. She's one of the best women I've ever known....and i'm finding it really hard to grasp the fact that she is not physically present anymore. So for the last week, I've laughed, loved, written, lived....because I know she would hate it if I were in my room crying...that was not her style...when times got tough - she handled business...and so for you Norvia...I'm gonna do just that. No goodbyes...just a see you later. Because I've finally realized that I can close my eyes and talk to you...and since you're an angel you can hear it :-) And thats not crazy....it only makes sense! So tomorrow...I'm not going to sulk...I'm not going to cry...I'm going to celebrate your years on this earth with wreckless abandon...cuz thats what ladies of style and class do right Norvi? They enter and exit every room with style...I love you :-)

Myintro2letuknow

Good Evening Good People,
Here I am in my one millionth coffee shop visit and have decided in my infinite self-centeredness that a myspace blog just ain't enough. I'm that cool...that I need to separate my thoughts....well...not really. I just thought it would be neat. I'm a writer, nerd, musician, educator, whoa-man, luvah, fighter, catalyst, divine Arkansan, ride or die chick, who fancies herself an intellectual on her best days....and a human on all of them. So this is a place for my thoughts...whatever they may be...so shall it...like the man said!

Word? Cool!

Peace and Light,

Cassandra Dione.