About Amaya

Wife to one man. Mother to three children. Daughter to a couple of thoroughly insane parents. Friend to some really odd folk. I have a technicolor past, a pastel present, and a decidedly tabula rasa future. Oh, and I hide out here. As opposed to there, there being the numerous blogs and journals I have and have kept, and the recent blog I had to kill because one of the words in the title, although completely innocent (and I thought rather cute, knowing the background and all) turned out to be a perv magnet. So if you feel deja’d all over again, it’s because I’m here, and not there, but some of there is here. Now. Yeah.