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: death
What Really Matters
To begin with, I’m sorry I haven’t been here in a couple of weeks. I’ve been having some computer problems. But along with those computer problems I’ve received some realizations that I want to share with you. You know how … 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
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
Requiem
My cousin died this week. Ironically, she died on the anniversary of my mom’s double mastectomy. So on the day that mom and I were celebrating her life, my cousin was losing hers. Obviously, this is a sad occasion, but … Continue reading
The Rude Awakenings of a Chronic Insomniac
I think one of the more difficult, if not surprising aspects of this journey has been the realization that not everyone you know is going to treat you particularly well. Of all the things I’ve dealt with in the last … Continue reading
Endings, Beginnings and Thanks
Even though I already have another blog post that I’m editing, I’ve started writing this one because it just feels like something that needs to come first. Mom is having her last radiation treatment today. It feels monumental and I … 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
What Cancer Brings 
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