Viburnum springs forth, and with it, memories
During my morning walk with the dog today, I took notice of a viburnum shrub exploding in full flower. While I’ve no doubt passed this shrub for at least a
During my morning walk with the dog today, I took notice of a viburnum shrub exploding in full flower. While I’ve no doubt passed this shrub for at least a
This isn’t a poetry-related post, but it’s been my first Christmas/holiday season without my mother, and the first in which I have had to acknowledge myself an orphan — a
I had the pleasure of reading and writing a poem as part of a farewell celebration for Dr. Julie Johnson, a distinguished UF leader.
I learned this week that a poem of mine made it into the top five in the contest.
Amy Roma’s real-life accounts of Central American refugees seeking sanctuary was a sobering read.
A finalist nod in a competition after years of trying made for a
A trip to Miami to read at The Betsy ended up being meaningful in more ways than I expected.
An unforgettable opportunity: A reading at the Betsy Hotel in Miami.
This week, I had a poem publication that is especially “sweet”. My poem “In The Hollow” appeared on Sweet: A Literary Confection’s stunning new website, which alone would be meaningful
As I write this, it’s April 11, 2021, just over a year since the pandemic changed life as all of us know it.
It was exciting to share a few tips on navigating writer’s block on Superstition Review’s Author’s Talk podcast.