Good morning and happy Thanksgiving! This year has been an interesting one, definitely. A memoir is in the works of the happenings, as if I put it all in a blog post, it would be the world’s longest blog post (lol). But I woke up this morning feeling I needed to share my story of … More Thankful for life
My latest essay called “My Diseased Hope” is now available in the 2016 issue of the Delmarva Review. This essay is an amazing accomplishment for me because: 1. It is a very open, personal and intimate exploration of my struggle (and daily defeat) with major depressive disorder, and 2. It is the very first time … More My Diseased Hope
…is an essay I wrote some time ago that has re-emerged and been published in The Griffin Literary Journal. Click here and flip to page 51 for the moving adventure.
In honor of the 21st anniversary of my sister’s (still unsolved) murder, I’m re-posting an essay that I wrote and was published by Foliate Oak Literary Magazine a few years ago that explored the aftermath of that traumatic event in my life. My mom’s recent passing makes me think of them now together in love, … More She Had Known Me Forever
via Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. – Rumi at BrainyQuote.
“Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.” ― Laura Ingalls Wilder via Quotes About Christmas (615 quotes).
via Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. – Norman Vincent Peale at BrainyQuote.
via 6 Things I’ve learned from being my mother’s caregiver.
The Summer 2015 issue of Diverse Arts Project is out. If you’re a fan of online journals with a purpose, please visit, as it is a beautiful issue. But specifically, please visit the site to ready my latest essay Building a Basement in the memoir/nonfiction section. This essay is an emotional (of course) account of my … More Building a Basement
I have a tendency, on my birthday to reflect on “what hasn’t happened yet.” To reflect on the unaccomplished, and be sad about all that has yet to be done. Yes, today I am turning 39 years old, and I wonder, where in the world the time went. I know, I know, I am supposed … More All that I am – thirty-nine