How a Stapled Stack of Paper Became a Dream
One night, my son handed me a stapled packet of printer paper and said, “Write me a book I can read.” Out of that moment came The Day the Colors Came Alive—a little story about imagination, magic, and believing you can do anything.
Create to Escape: Finding My Way Back With Words
How language became the lantern that guided me through loss, grief, and the long way back to myself.
Almost, and Still Enough
My poems Smaller, Even Then, and Choosing Me were selected as finalists for the 2026 River Styx Contest, one of those journals I’ve admired quietly for years.
The email reminded me that recognition doesn’t always come loud or public. Sometimes it arrives softly as a quiet affirmation that the work is being read, and felt.