People have tried to define me my entire life, definitions that don’t quite fit.


I’m not a filmmaker, as I hardly use film anymore and use mostly digital. I’m not a Moviemaker, as that is limiting. I was never the Class Clown or School Bully (Thank The Universe for that!) I never asked to be on put the pedestal many tried to knock me down from. I never fit in... though you might have thought otherwise. 


I was the Breakfast Club rolled into one; the Jock, the Geek, the Weirdo, the Stoner. But I wasn’t the Pretty Rich Girl. I was the Poor kid From The Other Side Of The Tracks.


I was Co-Captain of my football team and in the chess club. I was part of the Drama Club and wrote/took pics for my school news paper. I ran with many cliques and was my own lone wolf.


I’ll tell you what I am, which should not be confused with the sum-total of who I am:


I am an open book (Kind of literary now that my new book came out June, 2019) I'm a castle with a 50 ft moat a 100 foot wall. I’m a contradiction (Which makes sense being born a Pisces) A Contrarian. A Word Smith (Which is quite a bold statement for someone Dyslexic. I’m socked I didn’t write “Words Mith”) A Magic-Hope Maker. A Truth Speaker "People like the truth as much as they like poetry. And most people fucking hate poetry") I'm an I Don't Give A Damn what you think of me. In fact, I like that you are challenged by me.


I am a Story Teller.

But that’s me defining me. In the end, as well as now, it will be others who define me.


But on my terms


@jD Shapiro, All Rights Reseverved, 2019