Welcome to my website, or as I like to think of it, my online attic. I grew up in an old, turn-of-the-last-century house. It had the best attic—a warm, small space with cedar floorboards and a western window where I could cloud gaze. This is where I went to write, think, and dream.
Take a look around my site, and then pop Up the Attic Stairs to my online journal where I jot down things about writing and books, food, knitting, or whatever is passing by that little western window. Come on up—there’s always room . . .