A writer and a mother, a nature addict and a book lover. Of all these things that I am, mothering and nature tend to go hand-in-hand. The other two I need to sneak in while the kids are at school or asleep. And since my brain is mush at the end of a long parenting day, I like to wake up early. Very early. Five-thirty in the morning early. With a cup of coffee and some candles, I settle into my office and write as much as I can before the kids are up.
This means I write a lot of small things. Bite-sized little bits that I can draft in one or two sittings. This is what you’ll see here. I have not written a book (yet), or even a full-length short story (yet). However, I have written a confetti pile of micro prose. A festive handfull of brightly-colored bits of fiction.
When not writing, reading, or dragging my children into the green, damp forests of Oregon, I clean. Just kidding. I mean, I do clean, but that’s not why you’re here. I find at this stage in my life, my creativity has started coming out in a whole bunch of new ways. I’ve been enjoying chalk art, I bake and ice cookies (which takes me about six hours and I only have half a dozen cookies to show for it but they are BEAUTIFUL). I make pasta from scratch and my chef husband creates spectacular sauces to go with it.
Writing has been the thing I’ve loved since I was a kid. And though my time for it is small, it is sacred. I will continue writing and publishing because it brings me joy, and hopefully, it brings you a little joy too.