Pennsylvanian-born, a coal miner's daughter, granddaughter of Italian immigrant grandparents. I have had a love affair with words since ... forever. I was talked to and loved in two languages, and then discovered my love language is creative writing. Of late (pun intended) I write eulogies for friends ... my gift to their families in their grief. They often ask me to deliver them at the memorial service, as well.
Now I reside in Lakewood, Colorado, via Kansas City (I believe I may be one of those "crazy, little women"). A horse owner (she's a Hafgan or a Morglinger, take your pick), cat owner, owner of a variety of emotions that I visit daily.
Though educator/proofreader and editor would describe my work life, I always aspired to being a baton twirler when I grew up. I fulfilled that by twirling as fast as I can to keep up with all that life embodies (occasionally getting bonked on the head by a misguided baton).
“In my little garden pretty” was the first line to the very first poem I ever wrote as a 7-year-old. I love words and making them work for me. Originally from Pennsylvania, I am a coal miner’s daughter. Now residing in Lakewood, Colorado, I happily write at a mile high. I am on sabbatical from a 5-year stint as an editor/writer for a Women’s Ministry monthly newsletter. I’m a professional editor and proofreader who has had several poems published in literary publications. When I was much younger, I aspired to be a baton twirler when I grew up. I partially fulfilled that dream by having fulfilling careers in the education world (middle school through university level) where I had to spin as fast as I could to keep up with the students and advancements in teaching!
My horse Morning Starr and my 18-year-old feral cat, Mewzette, occupy some of my time when I am not wordsmithing.