Barbara Barett
Barbara Barett was not born yesterday at a very young age. She remains anonymous and autonomous in your midst. She could be an astrophysicist, the reclusive, frail woman next door with all the cats, or a man writing to release himself from his own private prison. A raging aging harem girl? A bored and lonely mother of twins? She is your bartender, taxi driver, and masseuse. Indeed you have seen her. She is an artist, botanist, psychologist, and philanthropist who has thoughts, experiences, and information that must be passed along. She sees you. Read her and listen.
A note from the author
To My Dear Reader,
I hope that you find the combination of words that arranged themselves between these pages become your flying friends, amaze you, and take you on a journey far away from your troubles for a while, same as they took me awhile channeling them.
It has been a fascinating journey.
Love,
Barbara Barett