Pennsylvania-born, a coal miner's daughter, granddaughter of Italian immigrant grandparents (Calabrese, Abbruzzesee), I am a lover of all things food and all things laughter. I have had a love affair with words since ... forever. "In my little garden pretty, I found a little pure black kitty" were the first two lines to the very first poem I ever wrote as a 7-year-old.
I was talked to and nurtured in two languages, and then discovered my own love language is creative writing. Of late (pun intended) I write eulogies for friends ... my gift to their families in their grief. I’ve had many poems published in literary publications, and one published book, Dover Street Memories.
Now I reside in Lakewood, Colorado, via Kansas City (I believe I may be one of those "crazy, little women"). Privileged to poet at a mile high, I am also a horse owner (she's a Hafgan or a Morglinger, take your pick), cat owner, and owner of a variety of emotions that I visit daily.
Though educator/proofreader/editor would describe my work life, I always aspired to be a baton twirler when I grew up. I fulfilled that by twirling as fast as I can to keep up with all that life embodies (occasionally getting bonked on the head by a misguided baton).