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.
Tag Archives: Caregiver
Isn’t It Always Something?
And the answer is a wholehearted “yes.” Quick summation of this past week: 1. Mom is home, and she was stoned out of her gourd on pain pills on her second day back. 2. My 81-year-old mother was stoned on … Continue reading
Finding My Footing
I haven’t written anything in forever and it’s not writer’s block. It’s more life block if there such a thing. I am depressed and have been like this for quite some time. Perhaps it stems from my constant exhaustion or … 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
Gliding Along
It’s freezing. Right now, as I’m writing this its twenty degrees below zero. It is also almost the one-year anniversary of my mom’s double mastectomy. It’s weird because looking back now, I feel like I barely recognize how we got … Continue reading
