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: wisdom
Breaking the Spell
There are many kinds of spells in the world. Probably the most well known are magic spells where some claim to have powers to force changes in people, nature and situations. There are myths, fairytales, children’s books, novels and historical … Continue reading
All the Little Children
I’m working on a manuscript of poetry that deals with my childhood and the abuse I endured. Needless to say, my past isn’t always an easy to revisit. Sometimes it’s depressing, because it was definitely depressing and other times … Continue reading
I’m Just Exhausted….
A few years ago, I wrote a poem called, “Click” where I paraphrased current events with the “click” of a TV screen remote throughout. These are the first lines, “Watching the world on CNN. Switching to MTV. The sameness of … Continue reading
Senior Parents, Surgery and the Scent of Snow
The problem with senior parents is that don’t listen and are every bit as rebellious and moody as any teenager. The difference between a senior parent and a teenager is, that I can’t put my mom on probation or tell … Continue reading
Something in the Universe…
It feels like I’m walking through mud lately. I’m not only physically exhausted, but mentally exhausted as well. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised given what I’ve gone through in the last few months, but still, there is a … Continue reading
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
Taking Off My Cape
This week I received a wake-up call. I am not Superman. This realization has come after more than a year of pretending that I was a caped crusader, able to do anything without exhaustion or need. I took care of … Continue reading
What Cancer Brings 
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