This little corner is where my thoughts from the attic come out to play.

Over a year ago, I decided to try my hand at a mystery novel. I’m now up to Chapter Eight, and how exciting it feels. However, what I am learning is that I don’t really know what I am doing, but I am having fun figuring it out. Writing always inspires more of the same. I like that, and I like the writer in me.

I’m a mother to my two amazing, beautiful daughters, and a Mimi to four grandkids that I adore more and more each day. I love nature, and I love exploring with my mind and my heart. Laughter is always rewarding, but even more so when it’s shared with my loves.

When I was in third grade, I wrote my first story. It was about a weed who thought himself less, but ended up turning into a tree.

It may have been an average little story, but my Mama told me, “Baby girl, you are a writer.” I’ve loved writing ever since. I have spent much of my life using its magic to help me understand others and myself. It’s fun to ponder a thing and just start typing; before I know it, a cathartic recipe has been concocted.

An interesting, fun fact about me? Many years ago, in college, I studied walking sticks in the desert, proof that I appreciate all critters and creatures.

It brings me joy to know you are curious enough to comb through my inner world. I hope you find something here that feels honest and a little unexpected. More than that, I want you to feel at home, because you are so very welcome here.

 

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