It defies convention to use photos of myself that aren’t proper headshots. But if good writing is showing, not telling, then this is all you need to know.
Have I taught anyone how to do this thing called writing?
Yes, for many years. You can read about all the topics I’ve taught and am teaching on the TEACHER page.
Am I a good literary citizen?
Once I started a small literary journal called dirtcakes. With a staff of dedicated volunteers, we put out four issues, each one dedicated to exploring themes suggested by the UN Millennium Development goals to end extreme poverty. We published writers and photographers representing more than 15 countries. I just discovered you can still buy copies on Amazon, though I’ve yet to figure out who makes the money on what sells. It makes me smile to know the journal is still available.
What else do I do? I’m a wedding officiant, and a speaker for the Orange County Human Relations #HateFreeOC campaign. I have a certificate in Mindfulness, and I bake really good sourdough bread by hand.
How often do I see my parents? Every few weeks.
How often do I babysit my grandchildren? At least once a week.
How often do I hike through the canyon I call my backyard? Every day.
How often do I question whether I should spend any moments stringing together words as art when someone somewhere dies of starvation, or illness, or loneliness, every day, every hour? Every minute.
How often am I humbled with gratitude for sharing my life with a man who understands what I’m trying to say? Every second.
I’m not a politician, not a business entrepreneur, not a monk, not a soldier,
not asleep. I’m a human being writer, teacher, speaker, with a wild imagination for a kinder, gentler, more respectful tomorrow.
“Share what you have,” my mama always said.