Personal and lyric essays, flash fiction, short stories.
I write From the Interstices.
Poetry / People / Place An exploration of the stories we tell as we try to make sense of it all. Daunder: to walk without fixed purpose, to wander aimlessly.
Life happens. We get interrupted. When my husband died, grief opened my heart. Writing, like grieving, is an act of love. I got interrupted, but I didn't give up. Join me! A Substack Featured Publication.