Why do I write? Why do I do what I do? I write because a little girlWith red hair and glassesWas once upon a timeEnchanted by,Enamored with, And possibly obsessed with…booksShe would read voraciously Hot summer afternoons, cold winter nightsMeeting characters, going on adventures, Learning about the past, exploring alien worldsDiscovering new places and fantasies, … Continue reading Writing

Summer bursts forth from springIn vibrant greens and deep blues. Icy chills of lake water, laced with tendrils of kelp and sunlight Heat that makes me feel alive.Staying up late to watch the sun dip below the horizonMaking a dramatic exit for the night. As quickly as summer cameI feel a chill in the air. … Continue reading Autumn