Before imperfection I sought life’s meaning not knowing the rowing was it, not the arrival. Before I became ignorant I told others what to do believed I had answers not knowing even the questions. Before I became old I found age’s quiet boring its slowness a flaw, not knowing the rowing toward wisdom.


All my life, in addition to manager, teacher, dog walker, night librarian, cleaner of tiles, rocker of babies, folder of laundry, dish washer extraordinaire, I wanted to be a writer. Women are rarely one thing. We can’t resist our innate talent for nesting, team building, nurturing, placing others before ourselves. This is our gift. Our… Read More WHO WE ARE