I am a memoirist, blogger, editor and essayist. I write about disability rights, social justice, loss, travel, books and other cultural pursuits. Every once in a while, I find connections across some of these topics. My work has been published in Hippocampus, Brain, Child and The Big Roundtable. Early chapters of my memoir have appeared in A CUP OF COMFORT FOR PARENTS OF CHILDREN WITH SPECIAL NEEDS and in Huffington Post. My reading for San Francisco’s Listen to Your Mother, a critically acclaimed national live-reading program, is now on YouTube.
I’m working on my memoir. MY DAUGHTER DIDN’T WANT ME TO USE HER NAME, is about my daughter who was trapped in a body that didn’t work, her mother who didn’t know what to do with her, and how we both grew up. It’s about learning to live with uncertainty. I still have a lot to learn.
I was a parent and caregiver for over twenty-five years. I have no medical background and am squeamish around body fluids. I came to this position unqualified and uncredentialed. I lack credentials and am entirely self-taught.
I am an alum of the juried workshops of the Squaw Valley Community of Writers, Aspen Summer Words, and Writing by Writers. You can catch me at San Francisco State this fall when I’ll begin the MFA Program in Creative Writing.
I am a believer in magic and miracles, whichever is most appropriate. I live with my husband, Gary, and our incorrigible dog, Rico, near San Francisco, California.