As 2017 rapidly comes to a close, I reflect on the year that was and the good fortunes which it brought me. for which I am most thankful.  The thing which excited me the most in 2017 was getting my first motorcycle which was successfully modified so that I could ride with one (left) hand.

To learn more about my ride named Hankster 1.0, I invite you to watch the following video;

As a result of this motorcycle, I visit places that I had only thought of in the past (i.e. Gananoque, Kingston, North Bay to name a few).    I also met many people, most of whom I am proud to call friends, and became part of a family that truly accepts me for who I am – no judgement – just like my birth family.

Because of a motorcycle, I came to understand what it means to feel free, to lose yourself in wind therapy, to be at one with the outdoors.  This past summer, my hubby and I spent more time outside than several combined.

Because of a motorcycle, I became a Contributing Writer for The Rider’s Mag and was most fortunate to meet Critter who continues to encourage and support me.

Because of a motorcycle, I will be at the Motorcycle Supershow from Friday, Jan 5 – Sunday Jan 7  2018 – dates and times to be confirmed.

As I say goodbye to 2017, I look forward to 2018 and the many rides that I plan to make – hanging out with old  friends and making new ones, increasing my blog posts and sharing dates for speaking events.

2018 is also the year in which I plan to write and publish a book – to further share my story and tales of determination.

I wish you all a very Happy, Healthy and prosperous New Year and thank-you for your interest in me!!

It’s Been Awhile!

It certainly has been awhile since my last post – there never seems to be enough time in the day!  Due to my long absence, I felt that it is time to share what I have been busy with.

For starters, I have been busy with my band LEFTY AND THE GOONS in addition to researching and contributing articles for The Rider’s Mag which I will post for your reading pleasure.

In addition to this, I have been working on writing my story.  As I write, it is amazing the amount of memories that start to come forward – things that I had forgotten or not thought of in years.

An example of this is a memory from the early late 80’s which I just shared with my husband.  I recall that I  was watching a talk show (maybe Oprah – that I can’t recall) and the topic was “CLUB KIDS”.  The Club Kids were an ‘It’ group of young party promoters who dressed up in flamboyant attire and were stars of the New York nightlife in the ’80s and ’90s.  While I didn’t agree with everything that they represented, I was drawn to their appearances – the fact that they chose to look different than everyone else – mostly for attention and I suspect for having an outlet to express their creativity and artistic sides.

I was in my mid-20s when I first heard about them and at the time, was a frequent patron of clubs like The Big Bop in downtown Toronto where DJ’s played rock records (yes records!! lol) all night long.

I remember that I wanted to start dressing outrageously too – crazy make-up and a bright blue wig were my initial thoughts….. but I would need an outfit to complete the look.  As I began to think this over, I shared the idea with some friends and remember hearing  “….If you dress like that, we won’t go out with you”

As a result of that, I stopped.  I gave up on pursuing my new look and went on to something else.

Looking back, I find it interesting to see how I was influenced by what others said.  I changed my behaviour for fear of being excluded.  But would I have been?  And what if I did move forward, and I was outcast?  Would true friends do that to someone because they did not agree with their appearance?  The answer in my opinion, is no however I feared the possibility of this becoming reality so gave up on my desire to be outlandish.

This memory reminded me of other times when I would “dress up”….. as a teenager, my “go-to” was dressing up as Gene Simmons of KISS…. like so many other kids at the time, I was drawn to the outfits, makeup and performances.  In high school, I once asked my teacher if I could wear make-up to class.  With a bewildered expression, I recall him saying “yes” very cautiously.  That afternoon, I showed up to class dressed as Gene Simmons and every time he looked at me, I made faces.

I also got a school boy suit made in my late teens while living in Montreal so that I could dress like Angus Young.  I would go to bars in Old Montreal (The Cave, Fortifcations – all gone) with my suit in a bag waiting for the DJ to notify me that AC/DC would be played.  I’d run to the washroom and quickly change from my “rock” clothes to my schoolboy suit and then play air guitar a la Angus Young.  The beginning stages of my tribute band BARE RUMP… lol

I also went through a phase in the 70’s when I dressed like Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin.  I remember dragging my mother all over Montreal as I looked for satin pants so that I could complete my look.

Why did I do these things?  I know that whenever I “dressed up”, I no longer felt different as the attention was on my complete appearance.  The first thing that people would see was the entire outfit.  By the time my right arm was noticed, I had already been “accepted”.

Moving forward, my posts will become much more frequent.

Please continue to share your comments and keep in touch!