My life has been about words. From hours of practicing my penmanship to scouring the pages of The Writers’ Market as a teen. I always wondered if my words would find their way beyond the crates of journals that fill my home.
When you read my words, you help curate these dreams by being a participant.
I grew up nestled among wheatfields, longing for the ocean. As life would have it, I now have easy access to waves, mountains, and tree-lined trails. With reflection, I have learned to be less hasty in ascribing beauty to only certain terrains. My writing leans in the direction of paying attention to ordinary life and learning to see God in the midst.
I have been married for 37 years, the mom of two adult daughters, a son-in-law, and a newly adult son. I am a retired physical therapist but have been known to offer a massage if asked nicely.
I love good books, walking to my library or neighborhood park, and Red Vines, always and forever. I love savoring a London Fog and proudly gave up coffee for over eight years but a pandemic brought the habit out of hiding.
I hope you will make yourself at home and look around.
Welcome.