I am married to my college sweetheart who challenges me, encourages me, and has yet to bore me. I have two amazing children, both of whom are adopted. They keep me on my toes and make me laugh often.
Before I developed parosmia, I ate a bit of dark chocolate almost every day (sadly, there is no adequate substitute). I still love jigsaw puzzles and don’t ever like to lose sight of land. I’m also a home-schooling mama, a former foster mom, a writer, photographer, and a toilet-bowl-cleaning procrastinator.
I have published flash fiction and personal essay, and my poetry has been published in multiple journals.
Counting Colors: a journey through infertility, my poetry collection, was born out of my need to work through my own grief, and my hope is that it will encourage women traveling their own journey and offer perspective to those who love them.
My goal in all my writing is to help readers know they are not alone, perhaps allow them to see things from a different perspective. As I often tells my husband, words matter.
The problem is that it’s hard to get those words right, even when we really try. Language is beautiful, sometimes woefully limited, but words still matter.
Thanks for stopping by.
grace for each moment, one moment at a time