My Miracle

Heartache, loss and bitter tears — Hope nearly turned to despair; When I thought my arms would stay empty, My Miracle came through answered prayer. Nothing in my life had prepared me for the two long years we would have leading up to the birth of Ryan. I believe there is a bubble we live…Read more »

My Joy

Although now a young man — Still my baby, my boy. You hold a third of my heart, And will always be … … my JOY Ethan is our firstborn. Everything was exciting and new. We were so young, newly married and incredibly stupid. Maybe naive is a better word than stupid, but both still…Read more »

Boy Mom

I’m sure a lot of my writing will in some way will evolve around motherhood. Writing from experience is the strongest. And my adult life has in large part has been my boys. I have an English degree with a secondary education minor. But I only have a single year of teaching under my belt.…Read more »

Why I Write

I write. I have an English degree. I love words. I love the deep, specific meaning of words. I’m a twice published poet. I journal. I doodle. And I do my best, most real expressing through the written word. I struggle. I struggle in most aspects of my life in one way or another, in…Read more »