I am a lover of words and language. When I was about 9 years old, I stumbled on the complete works of Emily Dickinson. I read and re-read each line, put notes in the margins, memorized the verses, and said them out loud… just to hear how the words sounded outside of my head. A passion was ignited and I guess you could say that I found myself in the pages of books. Then one day, I put down the book and picked up my pen. I wrote the first of many poems that day and a deep love for words and story captured my heart and it has never let go.
Words, literature, and poetry have continued to be a big part of my life. I have written my way through life changes, chronic pain, disease, many blessings, as well as tragedies and deaths of loved ones. But it’s more than just a cathartic release for me. Writing is how I process the world. Aside from breathing, I don’t know how to do anything else as naturally as writing. I think it is similar to being a mother. When I see myself in pictures before I became a mother, I realize I am not the same person now as I was then. A dramatic change took place and it forever altered the way I perceive the world. Now that I am mothering, I can’t imagine a different life, it has fully encompassed the whole of who I am. I will always will be the mother of my girls. Nothing will ever change that. The same is true with writing. I am a writer. It has become so much of who I am and I can’t imagine seeing life without filtering my thoughts through the written word. I will always be a writer.
I love that words can stir the soul and rejuvenate the mind. Words and story can change the world like nothing else can. My hope and prayer is that something written here will comfort a hurting heart or bring a knowing smile. If nothing else, maybe it will ignite a deeper love for words, poetry, and maybe even our creator.
This will always be a work in progress—but aren’t we all?
I’m a Southern born and bred girl who was wooed away from Texas heat by the colorful leaves shimmering against an Indiana autumn on a little liberal arts college campus. Anderson University was the perfect place for this literary lover trying to reconcile my deep love for Jesus with my love for Plath, Bukowski, Vonnegut, and Bradbury. Before graduation, an old friend re-appeared from faded high school memories and before too long, I answered his forever question with, “Yes.”
We planted our roots in Midwestern soil and found a little square of earth to call our own. My favorite time of year is in the fall when all of Missouri is blanketed in a glistening glow of fall leaves. A lot like the ones I fell in love with years before in Indiana.
I fell in love two more times when I gave birth to blonde haired, blue-eyed beauties that became my world. We keep busy around here, but our favorite days are when there is nothing on the schedule. I have a Golden Retriever, Bear and a cat who is curious about everything and is always investigating something, hence his name, Sherlock.
When I’m not writing, I’m taking care of my loves, playing guitar, writing songs, singing or thrifting.
Thank you for reading what I write here and for bringing my words into your life. I’d love to hear from you! Drop me a note anytime!
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