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.

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Breast Cancer Awareness Month Guest Blog Posts
Recently I’ve had the honor of being asked to write some blog posts for Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Even though I have these posted on my “Other Writings,” I wanted to give these special attention just because it is Breast … 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
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
A New Poem
This poem doesn’t seem to be about cancer or caregiving, but for many years I have helped my mother take care of my father. It’s been difficult because the past was always been there whether or not I wanted it … Continue reading







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