My Own Iron Lung
I will remember the evening of August 11, 2005 for one thing. Be it an iron lung or a gas mask filled with poison, that one infinitesimal thing will henceforth be known as a turning point for me, my art, and my novels. It was a private matter to which I cannot elaborate on a public forum… but rest assured that the effects will be felt down the line for many months to come.
S.Rod does not set off airport-security with her sexy cuteness, or her titanium spinal support. This petite Puertoruvian uses her powers of the Force to keep all facets of the Somrod business afloat. With her love and talent in jewelry, crafts and interior design, Ms. S.Rod hopes to make the world a better place one beaded necklace at a time.


