Me, about five years old.

Me, about five years old.

I’m just a girl who grew from a daughter to a mom with an extended detour as a wife. I’m the quintessential Cancer, a wanna-be artist,  a questioning catholic, a believer in the underdog and a closet romantic.

I’m thankful for my three kids, who–even on the worst of days– remind me that life is better with hugs, giggles and cupcakes  (or ice cream…or both). Being their mom means juggling the roles of disciplinarian, cheerleader, chief boo-boo kisser, advocate, teacher, chauffeur, chef, laundry mistress, tutor, housekeeper, alarm clock, coach and hopefully, someday, friend (but not right  now; they need a mom first).

Being a single mom means supporting them, so I spend far too much time doing work that I love: writing the stories that others share with me. Sometimes they inspire, sometimes they caution and sometimes they bore (I’m not usually one to sugar coat much) but they’re always important. Our memories are important. The legacies we create are important. We are important.

If you want to learn more about my writing business, please check out my writing and speaking website or become a fan on Facebook. If you’re really wild and crazy, you could even pick up the phone and call.

proud mama

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I am a freelance writer, ghost author, editor and content strategist. I am a mother to three extraordinarily ordinary kids, the daughter of a genuinely good man, and an aspiring yogi, creative non-fiction and memoir addict, wanna-be world traveler, and work in progress. This is my personal blog.
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