Well, well, well. Who am I? That is a very big question, now isn’t it? Of course I could go with the old standard; Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister. But those are all just parts of me. Don’t get me wrong – I love each one of those parts of me, deeply. Truly. To the core. But I am something more than all of life’s little titles. Roles, you could say. If you could take happiness, craziness, laughter, passion, faith, bad decisions, determination, patriotism, worry, love and liberation – smoosh them all together, toast it to a light golden brown, sprinkle on some sugar, add a little drink umbrella, and give it a handgun… Not to shoot, specifically. Or at least not unnecessarily… Just to make it feel more secure. And give it a competitive nature, and a strong dose of reality. That’d be me. I am who I am. And, yes. That’s all that I am. Some people like me, some people love me. Others probably just don’t know me. Or knew me and did me wrong in a way that forced me to torch that awful, rickety bridge. But for everyone who doesn’t know me – here you go! Welcome to my world. I suggest you fasten your seatbelt. It’s a wild ride. Or not. Depends on the day, really. Anyway, I will try to keep this as painless as possible. Now. Let us begin.