I'm a writer and editor. I make my living with words. I've had more than one hundred of my poems and stories published. I'm a member of the National Writer's Union, The Academy of American Poets and a bunch of other organizations which make me sound pretty important. I'm not, but it sure looks purty, don't it?
I support myself doing freelance writing and editing jobs like writing and editing articles and novels. It's a living doing what I love to do, and that is an obvious plus. Besides some of my clients pay me with things like Chanel perfume, Feragamo shoes, jewelry, furs and of course money.
Some of my latest writing credits as of now include:
"Budzsushammer," "Alors et Toi!," UCLA's "American Indian Cultural and Resource Journal," " Thorny Locust," "Red River Review, "Red Pulp Underground," and a bunch of others I can't remember at the moment. I'm a 2009 nominee for a Pushcart Prize.I am also a full-time caregiver for a cancer patient.
Category Archives: Cancer
In the Land of Zombies and Sleepwalkers
So it’s been a few weeks since mom’s last radiation treatment and my dad’s death, and I can honestly say I feel like I’ve been run over by several buses and stomped on by an elephant. I think the tiredness … Continue reading
Depression Happens
Whether any of us want to deal with or not, depression is part of this experience. I don’t mean chronic debilitating depression that can occur with or without a life-changing event because it results from a chemical imbalance. No, what … Continue reading
Finding Laughter in Dark Places
(Here’s the blog post I was working on last week when I realized that I needed to write something about mom’s last day of cancer treatment.) One of the main saving graces of this experience has been that I never … Continue reading
Endings, Beginnings and Thanks
Even though I already have another blog post that I’m editing, I’ve started writing this one because it just feels like something that needs to come first. Mom is having her last radiation treatment today. It feels monumental and I … Continue reading
The Camaraderie of Caring and the Solidarity of the Sick
I truly believe that there is nothing worse than hearing someone you love has cancer, except perhaps hearing that you yourself have cancer. Who knows which is worse unless you are unfortunate to have both things occur. I do know … Continue reading
A Measure of Understanding
My dad died last week. A week ago Sunday to be exact. I received the phone call at 2:45 am and then had the task of waking up my mother and telling her what had happened. I got through that … Continue reading
The Art of Tightrope Walking
Today has not been a good day. First of all, I am exhausted. I feel like I’m on the verge of cracking up because I can’t sleep and when I do finally pass out, it’s not for long. I didn’t … Continue reading
What Cancer Brings 
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