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: Dad
An Odd Sense of Comfort
Today is the one-year anniversary of the death of my father. It amazes me how quickly the time has flown by, but so much of last year flew by in a blur mixed with both horrible and wonderful things, that … Continue reading
Of Butterflies and Books
I know I’ve said this before, but this is going to be a short post this week. (Of course short for me is usually around 300 words) I have a lot of things going on in my life right now … Continue reading
The Windswept Seas of Mourning
I used to believe that grief and mourning were processes that only lasted for a set amount of time. I have no idea why I believed that, but I think it’s a holdover thought from my childhood, when I felt … Continue reading
What Cancer Brings 