Cindi Pearce - Graffiti Artist

Cindi hates trying to explain herself. She is not clever enough. Or maybe it's just that there isn't much about her life that can be clever-ized. She lives in the United States, in rural, southern Ohio. However, she is not a farmer, although she's an avid gardener. The mother of three sort of grown children and the grandmother of one keeps-on-growing granddaughter, Cindi got her bachelor's degree in journalism back in the dark ages (long before computers, cell phones and panty hose) from Ohio University. She has managed to stay married to the same man for nearly 30 years. Don't ask how. She doesn't know; he doesn't know. She is a yoga instructor, a tap dancer and a consummate e-mailer. Her fiction and non-fiction has been published in Star Magazine, Kay Allenburgh's Chocolate for ... series, True Romance, True Story, True Love and True Experience. (None of which was true, but that's beside the point). She writes for Demand Studios online and has bounced around from one newspaper to the other over the years. In her previous incantations, she has worked as a divorce investigator, advocate for domestic violence victims, choreographer, dance teacher and community development director.  She drinks too much coffee, smokes too many cigarettes and has been drinking Miller Lite since 1976. Oh, and she thought she had reached menopause, but guess what? She got a surprise visit from 'the curse' shortly after her 56^th birthday. This irritates her 21-year-old daughter who instructs her to 'Stop doing that! You're way too old to be doing that!'

Cindi is the woman who is invariably going the wrong way in the grocery store aisle and who is awake when everyone else is asleep and asleep when everyone else is awake. (She has it planned that way.) Although she loves her children (now) and more or less liked then when they were younger, she never  pretended that she wanted to make a vocation or art-form out of motherhood. When asked if she would be in charge of the church's Vacation Bible School, she burst out in laughter, announcing, 'Not in THIS lifetime,' which didn't increase her popularity among the church ladies.