My Story

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I am a Pacific Northwest transplant and a Southern gal at heart. I was born in Decatur, Alabama at the height of the civil rights movement, and raised in Texas and Louisiana.

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I was blessed with a wonderful childhood and a wonderful family.

They are not to blame for any of my crazy.

My traumas were fortunately few, and of mostly of my own making.

I have had a life of good fortune and privilege, 

sheerly by luck of the draw.

I try not to take one moment of it​​ for granted.​

That is not to say I have not suffered.

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In 2017, my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's

and my mother's dementia diagnosis soon followed.

I became my parents' caregiver (with my sister) for several years

until they passed during the COVID pandemic lockdown.

This experience turned me inside out, 

giving me some of the most rewarding and poignant days of my life,

along with some of the darkest days of grief.

My parents were my best friends.

I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself after I lost them.

I began writing, really, to save my own life.

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I find inspiration in the beauty and even in the brutality of the world,

and in my relationships with the people I love.

I write to find the larger meaning in what it means to be human.

I write to heal myself and hope that by sharing my experience,

it may help you to heal.

It took me nearly forty years to find my voice.

I found that I have something to say.

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