My life has been a great adventure. I was a child in Florida, Hawaii and Washington, D.C. I attended high school on a remote Alaskan island. My parents took me to Mexico and Japan. Yes, I was a military dependent. When the Vietnam War broke out, learning so much about the world and about issues, I became politically engaged and returned to Washington to live. I was fortunate to attend university for many years and have continued to study and read great books throughout my life.

With my two wonderful children, I've lived in Paris and in Italy for the past two decades. Since my maternal grandparents were Italian, it seemed natural to re-acquire Italian citizenship. My children, by attending local schools, have learned to speak three languages. One of them is a harpist and the other is a skateboarder.

Life hasn't always been easy - there have been setbacks, illnesses, separations, disappointments, hard slogging work. But it is still an adventure. Soon I may move to a farm in Pennsylvania, where I imagine the winters will be conducive to writing.

I'm grateful to Helium, because although I AM a writer, it is not easy to put the discipline of writing ahead of the distraction of reading books, watching films or visiting people. All are important to self-fulfillment, but I need to turn writing into a habit, something I do as regularly as breathing - because it is the best form of self-expression that I know, because I have so much to say and to discover. And YES, I want to publish more of my writings.

My passion is ...

travel

I know too much about ...

"I know a little bit about a lot of things" (from an old Peggy Lee song)

My parents always told me ...

come home!

My childhood ambition ...

to be a journalist

My favorite memory ...

riding a horse bare-back in the Maine woods

Why I write ...

because writing is part of who I am

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

the world's finest harpists

My first job ...

pet-sitting

My best moment ...

the night of shooting stars

My inspiration ...

is in the people I meet, but also in the silence of nature

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relationships

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When we were younger than we are today,
I thought your arms were my perfect refuge.
Then you went your way and I went mine,
Building our own separate shelters from the storm.
Gradually we grew together again and I knew
That with you in my world I would not be alone.
Years blew by like calendar pages
As we grew older and drifted in and out,
Our lives like grapevines intertwined.
I can't be sure that you will be there every day
But I know nonetheless that you are here to stay.

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