I’m a writer. Words and I go way back.
I’ve been a kid writing bad poetry, a teen writing angsty essays (and bad poetry), a blogger (back in the heyday of the early aughts), a journalist, a columnist, and a freelancer. Some of my favorite published pieces live on the Published page.
I am a creative writer, with the occasional article or essay published.
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When I’m not writing, I read words by others, take pictures, sing, buy volumes of notebooks I’ll never be able to fill, play Jeopardy!, bake, engage in robust conversation, and take classes for fun. I’m an avid list maker, an exuberant emailer, and an old school snail mail sender, especially using Crane & Co. stationery or Peter Pauper notecards. I post mostly trees on Instagram. I’m also on Threads. I’m Facebook-free for almost a decade, leave TikTok to the kids, and recently deleted Twitter when the name changed (straw meet camel).
Thanks for reading, especially you who have for years, maybe even from the beginning. I’m grateful for you and happy you’re here. May your world and your heart be filled with peace.
“I disliked weekends. Everybody was out on the streets. Everybody was playing Ping-Pong or mowing their lawn or polishing their car or going to the supermarket or the beach or to the park. Crowds everywhere.
Monday was my favorite day.”
Charles Bukowski