Writer.
Teaching Artist. Literary Citizen.
Welcome, dear Reader. I’m glad you’re here.
I am a multi-passionate artist in word, image and song who loves to engage people of all ages in the joy-filled play of reading and writing. Currently, I am writing a contemporary comedy of manners and making hundreds of paper flowers for my Garden of Words, opening later this summer.
My work has been honored by the Loft Literary Center and the Ragdale Foundation.
Alongside my writing habit, I have collaborated with communications and marketing teams in the nonprofit sector to develop community programming. I am a nimble and intuitive teaching artist with the ability to facilitate diverse groups of people of all ages and abilities.
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You’ll feel right at home, especially if you’re fascinated by the creative process and want fresh prompts to nourish your work. I’ll also share behind the scenes updates on my experiments as a novelist, book artist, and all around curious cat.
FOR YOUNG WRITERS: REGISTRATION NOW OPEN
A Character and A Wish,
a weeklong workshop
Grades 3-5 | Write On, Door County, Wisconsin | July 13-17, 2026
Can a witch be kind? Are all giants frightening? Do you ever wonder if there’s an elephant who wishes it were an elf?
In this workshop for young writers, we will focus on the creation of characters to build a story.
I love a good story with a lyrical style, including classics like Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. More recent favorites? The Whalebone Theater by Joanna Quinn and Still Life by Sarah Winman. Porcupines by Fran Fabriczki and Buckeye by Patrick Ryan are on my Best of 2026 list. My bookshelf always has a place for Mrs. Benson’s Beetle by Rachel Joyce and Ronia the Robber’s Daughter by Astrid Lindgren.
I have relied on the company of books for as long as I can remember, knowing that language is alchemy. I read as a sorceress, conjuring landscapes I have never walked, people I will never meet, conflicts I would never brave.
I write upmarket fiction with a literary twist.
I began to write—not because I wanted to—but because I had to.
Writing, for me, is like an itch or a doorway or a key
. . . I must scratch out the words, enter the room, unlock a narrative. I savor the words’ rhythms, their lift and fall, their syllabic sway.
Writing is active. It is a way to think, a method of discovery, a habit of emotional regulation, a common practice. I write as a basketball player dribbles or a pianist runs scales. I write because it is what I do with my hands to organize my mind, as well as to discover what I want to express from my heart.
In a perfect world, I would fashion my literary career after E.B. White and Mark Twain.
No, I do not have a thing for pigs or cigars. What I admire about these two literary lions is their freedom to write for grownups and for younger readers, to dabble in fiction and nonfiction, and to infuse their work with both emotional poignancy and subtle humor.
