i still have a redhead's characteristic porcelain-pale skin, but now that i'm all growed up (and living on the west coast), i have freckles...

Natural redheads come with guaranteed mystery. A charm and allure that is innate, part of our cellular makeup... it's actually documented: our blood is different from all other humans. This uniqueness exudes from our persona. We are not like you who were unfortunately born en mass, with the same old stuff sludging its way through your un-unique blood vessels. It takes an inordinate amount of special grace just to "be" a redhead. but if you are chosen to marry a redhead... well, buckle up. cuzz the rest of your life will be blessed... and very exciting.

There is that legendary wild streak. But we aren't filled with a wildness that is dangerous in an insane, impudent, thoughtless way. No, the wildness that flows so freely through our persona is an essence that is magical. It's a part of our mystery; an allure that haunts your mind so that you find yourself thinking about us when you ought to be doing something else. And you remember the things we say and you are amazed at the way we change your life.

And then there's the temper... well, yes, it is true. It can be a veritable explosion. It's best to run for cover, if you can. Get out of the way and hide. Fast. only God can help you if you are the object or cause of the eruption. Because, you see, since God painted us with such extraordinary, electric colors, God is the only One who knows all our secrets.

Growing up as a redhead is almost impossible to live through. It's the only time in all of eternity that anyone dares to make fun of us or attempt to subjugate us or depose or lessen us in any way. That's because even we have to grow into our legacy. And when we reach the fullness of our redheadedness, that exquisite quality that personifies the grace and elegance, and the power and strength, no one dares to make fun of the redhead anymore... rather, they envy us. For the rest of their boring little lives, they wish they were one of us. Redhead wannabes are everywhere now; sorta like flies... useless, and in the way.

For a long time, i lived on a beautiful lake in a planned city on the east coast. Now, i wander around the west coast...(sigh)

i am a superb writer i have written in almost every genre; at this point, i can write anything! But now, i am working on creating fiction...no more tech stuff, no more publicity, no more tv news, no more non-fiction!!!!

i have two incredible daughters, and two incredible sons, and seven incredible grandsons (and still counting... maybe my daughters will have daughters.)

i am of Castillian Spanish descent. My grandfather and great-grandparents were from Spain, which always seems to surprise everyone. It seems most people want fair-skinned redheads to be Irish, or Scot.

It's that haunting allure natural redheads are born with (a special dispensation from God) that all those bottle-redheads wish they could have...
and never will...
(However, it is true that if you dye your hair red, you immediately gain 50 IQ points!)