Before I considered myself any kind of writer, I was an artist. I remember Mom saying, “Just give her a pad of paper and a pencil, and she’ll be quiet for hours.” Of course, I tended towards “quiet” even without something to do, but still, she was right. I would…
Of Dreams and Bad Sleep
Six mornings ago I woke in mourning. I had miscarried a second child. I was sure of it. I knew I had been dreaming. But the line between wraith and reality had been blurred. I no longer knew where fears-turned-dreams ended and memories began. What is it called when you…
Featured on Mamazina.com
I am so pleased and grateful to share that four of my poems will be featured on Mamazina.com’s blog over the course of the next three weeks. The series will be presented one piece at a time on Sundays, with yesterday being the first. Each piece will focus in some…