A former city dweller, I now live with my husband, the sculptor, Johnpaul Harris, in the wilds of southwestern Randolph County where I wake to the arpeggio of the pileated woodpecker. On any given day you may find me either making jam or poking around an abandoned cemetery imagining the lives of the people sleeping under my feet. My poetry and Pushcart-Prize nominated prose have appeared in The Naugatuck River Review, The Thomas Wolfe Review, Pinesong, Wildlife in North Carolina, Romantic Homes and numerous other literary journals.
I see myself as a story teller, first and foremost. Although I began dipping my quill into the ink of fiction, this form ended up lighting the way to poetry. Because of its brevity and concentration on individual words, poetry has sharpened my writing and allowed me to more quickly reveal the emotional core of the story.
My favorite authors include Anton Chekhov, William Trevor, Flannery O’Connor, Shirley Jackson, and lately, the poets Billy Collins, Jane Kenyon, Rachel Wetzsteone, and Charles Simic. Just to name a few….