I am an imposing figure, often seen running up against brick walls and bouncing
off them with cussed determination. I have been known to reorganize the government over lunches, making it more efficient in the areas of human rights and taxpayer spending. I accomplish this with fiery editorials and a noisy bevy of writers and demonstrators. They are mostly disgruntled moms, dads and grandparents who are fed up with testosterone-driven, retribution-style justice. We have organized to educate the public about the problems with a goal toward voting the bums responsible out of office.

I had my first opinion piece published at the age of 11, in the sixth grade. No one would actually allow me to work at the job until I was 17, but I was always destined to be a journalist.

Now, decades later, I write until I am blue every day instead of making a good living. My knees are calloused from pleading with ten volunteers not to go home and leave me with the mountains of work my charity activities create.

Don't think my life doesn't have its rewards. Occasionally, I walk on water for two days in a row. But by the third day, someone usually wants to contradict me over some bone I've picked from government's stinking carcass. Fine with me. I live to expound on the decay of justice in plain language with dashes of color here and there - red for blood, blue and purple for a bruised people, yellow for cowardly legislators - whatever I see as applicable. A demon in a suit is still a demon. Color the people who tolerate them in positions of power as "the gray faces of apathy."

And speaking of someone so gray he is almost transparent, let's discuss Governor Gray Davis. When he took office and continued to ban the journalists from California's prisons, I set up a daily newsletter network between families, senators, and mainstream media to get the news out in spite of his efforts to suppress it. No one else engineered this defiant mechanism. Today many cooperate and benefit from our ACTION network of writers and demonstrators. We are the only link to what really goes on behind the walls. We have saved lives, changed laws and killed outrageous bills at the committee level. We've done about everything except make a living with this ingenious, irreverent network of those who cherish the First Amendment and the long lost ideals of liberty.

Piloting web pages to partially support my higher calling for human rights work is in my repertoire. I gathered data and created many online collections of writings from prisoners, their families, other authors, as well as contributing my own pieces and maintain a fascinating speaker's bureau.

. I have been the first person to happen on serious accidents 50 times in my life and can stop bleeding and supervise the entire crisis without faltering. My second husband died of kidney failure. I am a fully qualified hemodialysis technician, but please, don't ask me to do it. Erma Bombeck was a friend and great inspiration to me in my mid-twenties and our common goal was to raise money for the Arizona Kidney Foundation. I deeply respect doctors, nurses, journalists, teachers, social workers and feel that they---not ballplayers--- should be the most highly paid people in our society.

I have a mind for exercise, but it never quite gets the message to my body. I almost die every day just burning 25 calories on my $300 exercise machine, two years old, in almost new condition.

I attended Bakersfield College and went to school with the same folks from Kindergarten through Junior College, then on to UCSB and a lifetime of higher education. I am self-motivated. Children, dogs, cats and old men trust me.

I read six newspapers every day (minimum) to maintain my cutting edge on what the sleazy politicians in Sacramento are doing to oppress the people. My life's ambition is to pee on the cornerstones of the Capitol with another one of my journalist friends who thinks this would be good therapy for us both. Legislators have certainly encrusted those cornerstones with their excremental waste. A hosing down could only help clean it up! Since I can't do it literally, I can certainly do it with my writing. (Standing up is a problem, you see....)

I resent it when people stop by without an appointment, unless they are coming to help me get the work done. My closest friends are all Freedom Fighters and can keep you on the edge of your seat with their tales of activism. Most of them sing Karaoke. The laws of physics do not apply to us, I'm convinced.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all unpaid. I believe in God and have friends of every race and religion. My Grandmother was Irish, and an early women's libber when she married my grandfather, an American Indian, in the early 1900's. This act of rebellion was unheard of in those days. My family dates back 63 years here in California, mostly in Kern County. A little Southern Baptist, Seventh Day Adventist, with sprinklings of American Indian tribal ceremonies makes for a diverse cultural and religious upbringing to put it lightly.

I also had two Jewish mothers who adopted me after it was too late to negotiate a good marriage contract. I was already in my 20's and mother to two children before Ruth and Annie taught me the facts of life. However, after their wise teachings I can certainly stand up for myself and for you too!

I have made extraordinary meals in a business park using only a hot plate and feed bums whenever they ask. I have interviewed Bob and Elizabeth Dole, Ronald Reagan, Colin Powell, George and Barbara Bush and know hundreds of politicians. I can only think of one or two whom I would trust for five minutes out of my sight. I never meet such an unrealistic, egotistical lot when I am out dealing with REAL people. Citizens fail to recognize WHY people run for office generally speaking. If we would elect ANYONE besides attorneys into power, things would be different.

I once became angry over private property rights violations and personally registered 950 people to vote. I have no tolerance for people who are slackers, who complain and yet never bother to vote. I agree with the wise man who said "cowards earn their chains."

At a tender age, I assisted with a Sheriff's campaign doing commercials and was aghast at what I learned. I never thought injustice could happen to me personally, but it has several times, simply because as an ethical journalist, I feel compelled to serve the public's right to know. Intimidation will never cause my pen to stop writing or my tongue to be silenced.

I am the author of a Jokebook which is about to be published. There are 36 co-writers across the country and 94 major national charities committed to using it as a fundraiser. I have written this book to raise money since jokes are a universal thread and my collection numbers 10,000 which were sent to me over the years. There are five million people waiting for the book. Is this stress or what? The charities will get some of the money, it is a smooth and wonderful project unlike the frustrations I meet trying to expose and achieve reform of California's gawd awful criminal justice system.

One of my first jobs was with the Bakersfield Californian Newspaper and on Saturdays at KBAK Channel 29 as a newscaster.

I have coordinated health fairs, managed the public relations department of a major hospital, raised $2 million dollars with Vincent Price to build the Sun Cities Art Museum in Arizona, have a real estate license I have never used, and built a 100 foot enchilada to bring attention to restoring California Missions. I have made a million dollars twice in my life and through death, divorce, deception and tangling with the Criminal Justice System over a precious loved one, I am once again poor.

Money is a tool for getting jobs done in my estimation. It is important to have enough but selfish to have too much and hoard it. Doesn't this sound as if a "NONE" were writing? I am a NONE, not by my own choosing but perhaps by circumstances of fate and a higher purpose. No, I am not a Catholic and would be kicked out of a convent the first week. The good ladies who wear the habits are called NUNS.