I’ve always had a love affair with the power of words. Words can build us up or tear us down in seconds. Whichever way they are used, there are lifelong ramifications for all who read or hear them. As a victim of child sexual abuse, I know all too well how harsh, unkind words can […]
I read something, a Frost poem perhaps, at the age of eleven, and thought, “I want to write something that affects others the way I was affected.” The music I heard at home and my mother and her sisters singing to her piano playing set off a desire to write what I was seeing and feeling. Little did […]
My grandpa was a master storyteller, a real raconteur. He’d tell his stories in a redbrick saloon on St. Louis’s south side, the city’s German-American neighborhood. Back then, saloons were working people’s clubs. The bartender-alderman, who knew more about sin than a priest, gave Grandpa this accolade: “He was a snappy dresser. Drank two beers […]
When I don’t write, I feel a sort of loneliness seep into my life. It’s as if my characters and stories are always there in the back of my mind, reprimanding me for neglecting them. Writing allows me to chase dreams and go on adventures that aren’t possible in my everyday life. And I think […]
When I was eleven years old, I discovered a fantasy series by way of our library’s bookmobile that sparked my imagination like nothing I had read before. That series began my love affair with dragons, magic, flawed heroes, complex villains and most of all, books. I found solace in my books during the tough times […]
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