I write about the tough things that happen, not to wallow, but to make sense of them. Other people’s stories have helped me heal, so I’d like to offer mine as well.
I’ve always been a reader, but as a kid I read to escape, rather than to confront painful subjects. Then in my early 20’s, I read Bastard out of Carolina, The House Tibet, and Ellen Foster, and I thought, you can write about this stuff? Those books helped me to confront my rough childhood and to begin to recover from it. I no longer felt so alone.
Books were so much a part of my life that I managed bookstores for a living.
I left that career when I moved for my then-husband’s job. We started a family.
When he died suddenly, six years later, I read Stay Me Oh Comfort Me, A Grief Observed, and Ghost Rider. I couldn’t imagine my life continuing, and I wanted someone to tell me it would be okay. I turned to writing as a means of processing the maelstrom of emotion I felt.
Now I’m writing the stories I wanted to read when I was hurting. I’d like to show that even the worst traumas can be worked through, that joy can be possible again.