cool.......I was hoping to get your attention. Most of you who know me well, know then I've been in a sort of mental funk for like the last 30 years (yeah thats pretty much my whole life!). The reasons don't really matter (if you really want to know you'll have to buy the darn book whenever I get around to writing it)! Let's just say that life happened. At a very early age, like all children, I was very creative; painting, drawing, singing, dancing and composing or whatever and just doing it 'cause I could. As life began to press it's boot heel to my neck, I began to feel worthless and unwanted, useless, and restless in this unholy state. I became an adult and I no longer knew how to make myself happy. So I tried a multitude of things (again you can find it in the book!) with no success.

Then I turned 30 and my only surviving parent died. Ok, can you imagine living in a trashcan? All the garbage in there is yours and it stinks but it is still yours so you're attached to it. You can't imagine, no you hope that nobody smells it but much to your dismay you're the only person that is unaware of the extent of the stench. Then a wonderful thing happens. The lid suddenly pops off of your can, and God, who has a wonderful sense of humor, overturns your can in the middle of Times Square! Did I mention that you we're naked in there? So now your stench is wide open for all to see. There's no more hiding your shizzle from everybody and worst of all there is no more hiding from yourself. So now everybody is looking at you, some are laughing and making snide remarks(they have their own cans!) some pinch their nose and step over the mess while trying to ignore it, while others just shake their head and say how could she let it get that way? And then there are a few people who will actually extend their hand and say' "is their anything I can do for you?"  You can barely even hear them because you are too busy trying to figure out who is going to clean up this mess and how!

Well to make a long story short, I was able, no I am cleaning up the mess by going back to the beginning. I am an artist. God put me here to learn about me, to teach what I know and to help others heal by learning about themselves! I must admit my garbage can is more like a dumpsite then just a simple can, so the damage is deep. However, I realise that with all that I've been through, it puts me in a good place to help others because I am speaking from experience.

So with that said, I'm going to tell you what my coming out is all about. I'm coming out of the dull, lackluster adult that life has turned me into. I'm going to be a lot more like the child that I used to be, fearless, happy-go-lucky and full of imagination. I'm composing and have quite a few ideas for future projects. I'm planning on opening a vocal school in the South of France. I'm finishing my gospel album and have at least 2 or 3 album projects waiting for me and I plan to be singing on a stage near you soon. Some of you may not recognise me, because the stench is wearing off and my Coco Madémoiselle is drifting by. Trust me I haven't lost it, I've finally found it. By the way "Miss Love Note" is the name of a doll that I had when I was little. She had notes on her hands, feet and her stomach so we made music all the time. What I wouldn't give to find one of these again. I'll keep you all posted on my works in progress. Thanks for listening. Love Monique

PS, disclaimer, I am a true cancer so all that I just said is subject to change every 40 minutes! ; )