I love to read and I love to write. From my earliest moments I've been obsessed with books. I've been told that even as a baby I would pull thick, heavy volumes off the shelves to turn the pages and do my best to decipher the magic inside. When I got a little bit older, I "taught myself" to read by memorizing the pictures books my family read to me. Soon after I had the grand experience of entering the first grade and learning that the kitten featured in the Dick and Jane books was named Puff and that I had figured it out all by myself. I ran home, puffed up indeed, and announced that I no longer had to go to school. I could read. What more could I possibly want?
The answer arrived many years later while I was in high school (yes, my parents made me go back). I remember sitting in a tenth-grade English class, staring at the bulletin board while our teacher read aloud to us from Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle. As I listened to her voice recreate images of vanished summers and childhood past, I suddenly knew what I wanted in life: I wanted to be a writer. How, where--none of that mattered. I just wanted to write words that could make a homely gift of pickles become a solid piece of sunlight in my hand.
Since that day, writing to the best of my ability has been my absolute goal. Sharing that commitment to staying on the writer's path through my many workshops and classes has been both exhilarating and deeply fulfilling. On these web pages and with my accompanying blog, I hope to bring some of that same excitement and inspiration to you.