: About Me

I have written privately, and in a sense, professionally, for many years. Personal essays and poetry helped me heal, but also gave me a sense of "writing things, not feelings", instruction from my writing professor that I would call invaluable.

I earned my BA in English Literature and Writing as a single parent, at a time when there were few students at my college over the age of twenty. I went on to gain my M.Ed in Leadership and Administration long after, while occupying the position of Administrator of an assisted living community.

Most recently I have written about aging, Alzheimer's, the paradigm of long-term care, and domestic violence.

Personally, I am blessed with the most supportive, caring and intelligent husband, and a beautiful and ever-growing family, including eight amazing grandchildren. My life is rich with gardening, cooking, painting, sewing and designing clothing, reading, and of course, writing.

My passion is ...

creativity in many venues.

I know too much about ...

surviving domestic violence and the healing involved.

My parents always told me ...

not to ignore my tender heart when it came to caring for others.

My childhood ambition ...

to become a 'missionary nurse'.

My favorite memory ...

standing amid towering bald cyprus on a sunny afternoon, reciting life-changing vows with my husband.

Why I write ...

for healing; for passion; for a sense of organizing deep thoughts; for joy.

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

Reading -Little Bird of Heaven by Joyce Carol Oates; Watching - The Secret Life of Bees; Listening to - Rachmaninoff.

My first job ...

was as a part time pharmacy technician.

My best moment ...

was the day I completed my Master's Degree (Education - Leadership and Administration). It was the end of the most difficult time of my life.

My inspiration ...

has been my faith, and so many precious and meaningful people throughout my life, including my husband, my parents, my children and grandchildren, professors, instructors, and friends.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perception

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The Interview Pressed tense, you smell professional ignoring fish that kiss in the filtered hum and gurgle of the tank behind you under the portrait of someone dear. Your ring slips silver and easy, off and on, over and over as you wet those lips merely to whisper the plan, how I'd be employed. Your eyes shift to a level lower than mine framed by chronicles by mounds of paper by the unclothed goddess ancient architecture and your credentials climbing the wall. Gifted with vast organ-izational skills you calculate benefits and earning potential.

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