about
I have always been a writer though sometimes much more in my head than on paper. I firmly believe that time served in the imagination counts. In retirement, I finally found the time and energy to set down on paper the stories that had been impatiently tapping at the edge of my consciousness throughout the chaotic years of teaching and parenting.
When I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease, just months before learning that my husband was living with a younger-onset form of dementia, writing became an urgent need. Nothing focuses brain cells more effectively than the fear of losing them.
“My writing celebrates the things that matter most to me: family, friendship, and the natural world. It is how I make sense of a life that feels, at times, uncomfortably unpredictable; it is how I express gratitude for the abundant beauty in the world around me and in the hearts of those I love.”
I have just finished reading Jann Arden’s beautiful book, Feeding My Mother. It’s Jann’s story of losing her mom to Alzheimer’s Disease. Feeding My Mother is on our book club list for next month, otherwise I might never have picked it up.