Bio

Three girls. I was the mother of three girls until homecoming night when my middle child was killed in a car accident. In addition to causing a pivotal change in my life, it caused a fundamental change in my writing. I write more voraciously, more passionately, and with more honesty than I have in the past. I explore forms and style and work to improve specific components of my writing. I enjoy all writing, but currently focus on poetry forms and creative non-fiction.

In addition I am a grandmother, empty nester, artist, English teacher, cemetery researcher, kitchen food experimenter, and gardening failure. I live in the country and am a perpetual learner.

I abhor routine and often shift gears completely on classroom instruction, art style, writing style, furniture arrangement, and favorite foods/places/activities. The constants in my life are art and writing, creativity and love.

I have self-published two book Losing Sarah: A Mother's Journey to Peace (non-fiction) and Shadows and Shades (fiction). I also have written several editorials that were published in two local papers and two state-wide papers.

Dead,

Drunk,

Osage,

Anna Brown,

Bullet in her head,

Followed by Sweet Mother Lizzie Q.

Five gallons of nitro brought Sister Rita's house down.

Roaring 20's and oil royalties left a family of Brown angels in their graves.

Fairfax, Ralston, and Pawhuska. Home to 80 white lawyers and ink haired Mollie, near poisoned with fatal swill by her elbow
deep squaw man.

King of the Osage Hills took their headrights and killed a cousin, too. Brought the family down.

Corruption ruled, terror reigned and the graveyard filled up.

In rolled the money, straight to Hale.

In rolled the Natives,

to his Hell.

Wealthy.

Oil.

Dead.