: About Me

"Write what you know," is the prevailing wisdom.

"Well, what do you know, Deb?" demands Jonathan, my inner writer.

"Gardening - oh, boy, do I know gardening," I respond. "Thirty years in the green industry, ten years on the radio as a garden talk show host, five years as a TV garden show host, five years as a newspaper garden columnist, fifteen years as horticultural instructor at local colleges, garden club lecturer, independent horticultural consultant and current author of an online garden newsletter - just some of my relevant experience."

"What else?" queries that inner writer.

I tick off pertinent genres. "Life in New England, edible and ornamental landscaping, environmentally-friendly gardening, nature, backyard wildlife and pets."

Just then, Dulcinea, my muse, chimes in. "What of your humor, poetry, children's verse, essays, short stories and articles for seniors? Creativity is of utmost importance!"

"No, practicality is the thing," proclaims Jonathan.

Leaving Dulcinea and Jonathan to sort out my writing career, I head over to my blogs, with creativity and practicality in tow.

My passion is ...

Writing, followed closely by reading, nature, gardening and pet care.

I know too much about ...

Striving to get my writing career off the starting blocks.

My parents always told me ...

Be truthful, honest and treat others with respect.

My childhood ambition ...

Pursuing a writing career, while living on my horse farm.

My favorite memory ...

That library smell. Reading the Walter Farley "Stallion" series, as a child.

Why I write ...

I have no choice in the matter. This inner drive will not be denied.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

The Web and the Rock by Thomas Wolfe/"The Waltons"/Bagpipes

My first job ...

Orchard Maintenance at my agricultural high school.

My best moment ...

Publication as a garden columnist/hosting my garden talk show on radio

My inspiration ...

My parents/teachers/mentors at school, work and throughout life.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Gardens

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"DRIP, DRIP, DRIP" Drip, drip, drip Ceaseless summer rain dropping with staccato rhythm from overhanging eaves onto hosta leaves, below. Drip, drip, drip Gardener poised by door waiting for the rain to cease. Plants need the guiding hand of that gardener by the door. Drip, drip, drip With jungle-abandon vines entwined upon themselves reach upward, toward the sky supplicating a nonexistent sun. Drip, drip, drip Sodden heads of fragrant rose lay shattered on the black soil. Square, fragrant, watery diamonds fog-swirled across the screen. Drip, drip, drip Disease reigns supreme staging a coup...

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