Becoming A Writer


Love what you do and do what you love.

I’ve been a writer for years. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do; in some ways it’s what I’ve always known I’m meant to do.

Writing soothes my heart. It brings out the best in me. I couldn’t be happier knowing that people are reading my poetry, and articles on WordPress.

I love getting “my stuff” acknowledged. It energizes and motivates me.  But even more important to me is that I’ve enjoyed so much writing them. Continue reading

My Lonely Self

Painting by Helenka Wierzbicki from

Alone is something I have been a lot in my life. Alone was something I was comfortable with. All those wordless hours felt dulcet and serene, like hair being fondled. It had a different flavor. But now this deathly silence itches me somewhere deep inside because it’s always quiet, too quiet.

Sometimes when the burden of untold stories, unexpressed feelings, pernicious lies and dreary loneliness is poisoning your soul and corrupting your beliefs you have to write.

If a story is in you, it has to come out. Continue reading