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: coping
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
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
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
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
It Could Have Been So Much Worse
I’m pretending to be Sophia Petrillo from “The Golden Girls,” for a second. Picture it; it’s New Year’s Eve 2010. I go outside to knock some icicles off the gutters (something I’ve done hundreds, no thousands of times without a … Continue reading
The Week that Was and Hopefully Will Be Again, Except for that Last Bit Where I Screamed…
Well this hasn’t been a very eventful week, and for that, I am truly thankful. OK so, the glass-screened door in the living room got frozen shut and wouldn’t close and all the cold air was coming in from the … Continue reading
Try, Try Again
I have good news to report; mom is still using her walker. No, it’s not big news or even important news to many but me, but it’s something and definitely better than the alternative of me coming here and writing … Continue reading
What Cancer Brings 
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