I possess many talents and passions, and I love to learn. So, why choose?
You can be both a specialist and generalist. How else do you gain knowledge? My creative path in life, personally and professionally, is constantly evolving, and it's my responsibility to honor that, as I help others along the way.
In middle school, keeping a journal and writing poetry connected me to myself and the world at large when I felt like a pearl stuck in a shell. I loved to draw but didn't think of myself as an
artist until an art teacher saw more in my mark-making. So, I grew these passions and talents earning a B.A. at Salem College in both creative writing and art, naysaying those who claimed you cannot
make a living from what you love.
When I accept a project or a job, on some level I must vibe with it, and a rapport must be established when I create, whether that's something witchy, wordy or artsy, personal or professional. I'm sassy, self-conscious and playful, an INFJ if you want to ask Dr. Google what that makes me -- is it sugar, and spice and everything nice, like my Granny used to say? Check out the freelance writing, editorial services, literary works, fine art and sassafras thoughts -- I also read tarot, by request more so these days.
I nerd out when reading archaeology articles. I spy symbols in nature and have been an herbal apprentice, with a focus on TCM and western herbalism. I honor the cycles and seasons of nature
by heart whim. My poetry is evident in my content writing, as called for, and art is visible in my word choices. For ten years, I've been passionate about salsa and bachata dancing and the way it
makes me feel connected to myself and all beyond. P.S. Clients who treat me to sushi and coffee are GOLDEN.
It has taken a long, hard road to find myself, to nurture and honor my voice--that journey continues. I shy away less these days and finally have become the "wild horse" my poetry professor wryly named my written lines at Salem.
Wild horse. Sassafras. Witch. Mark-maker. Soothesayer. They're all words with power. Let me help you find your evolving definitions and shed the ones that no longer fit.
La Luna Roja
Written in Spanish and English, "La Luna Roja" speaks of the red ring around the moon that used to warn sailors of oncoming storms. Red is also a color of passion, love, and the volatile energy of action/reaction; It's the silence before what comes next between two different forces or individuals."
The poem is available to read and listen at Moonchild Magazine, with audio provided by the author. Featured artwork is original to the artist-author: "Moon Daughter," ink and watercolor pencil on paper.
Pub date: 10/2017
Wrought iron gates curve and twist atop white cement walling in the Old Burying Grounds of Beaufort, North Carolina. The mossy limbs of oak trees sprawl over the fence toward cloudy blue skies and gently sway in the ocean breeze.
My boyfriend and I wait for the ferry that comes on the half hour to take us across the water to Shackleford Banks, where the wild ponies are. I pass the time by poking around an old cemetery—totally natural for a poet, right? My more superstitious boyfriend prefers to remain outside, not setting foot inside the cemetery due to restless spirits.
The graveyard swallows me whole. No roads, only footpaths meander around 300-year-old gravestones with blurred names and dates and solitary brick markers. Just inside the gates is a small mailbox empty of guide pamphlets—there’s an app for that now... Read the full nonfiction essay.
Pub date: 10/2017