Writing

I have always loved a good story. Just before 4 p.m. each day as a little girl, I would turn the gold-beveled knob on our 1980s wood-framed Mitsubishi television to Little House on the Prairie and lose myself in life in Walnut Grove. I could almost feel my bonnet tipping back as I ran through a field of wildflowers. Tears flowed freely with each episode, whether for the scarlet fever that stole Mary’s vision, or the beauty of the family’s enduring commitment during every hardship of prairie life.

During my thirties, I began the process of writing my own stories, from the breathtaking to the tragic, the victorious to the shame-filled and everywhere in between. Through writing, I have found parts of myself that have been buried. As the late Mary Oliver says, “Though Eden is lost, it’s loveliness remains in the heart and the imagination.” I believe that the writing process helps us recapture something of Eden’s beauty, putting words to the places where it has been shattered.

To read some of my work, check out Red Tent Living and Kindred Mom.