Since childhood, I have been an observer and a seeker. I watch. I ask. I take note. I write. In fiction or non-fiction, I document Truth as tale or dispatch. I process into story the lives and events found along my path as a daughter of the Motor City, a student of history and the matriarch of four young men.
Shaped by the working class, enlightened by the liberal arts, touched by Grace, conditioned by struggle and blessed by the vigorous crazy that goes with raising boys, I share stories and thoughts as saga, poetry, memoir, myth, anecdote and report.
Knowing that curiosity is instinctive as a child but chosen as an adult, I choose curiosity. It leads to a beauty quest based in a faith that beauty quietly and persistently lives everywhere – pervasive in nature and also nestled deep in the overlooked or hard-to-look-at places of trouble, failure and sorrow. Beauty rests still to be discovered by faith, lifted by hope and set in story with love.
I tap alluring story in the little-knowns discovered in my journey, as captured by my senses, filtered by my understanding and enlivened by my imagination.