These are my stories.

I’ve been writing for over forty years. Stacked up, my journals would make an eclectic side table. My first entry was in a travel diary where I chronicled a visit to 6 Flags over Georgia. “Went on two roller coasters and a log ride. Saw a scary roller coaster that had two loops. It was called the Mind Bender.”

I started in earnest with a little blue diary fastened with a brass clasp. That closure gave my fourteen year old self a level of security that allowed me to open the valve of my inner life. At first, my entries are self-conscious musings marked by a wariness of what I dare reveal on paper. But, eventually I settled into a rhythm, using my journals as an outlet to process all that was tumbling around inside of me.

That’s how I found my voice. Without even meaning to, I honed my style and eventually began writing professionally. As a graphic designer, over the years my career has expanded into branding and content marketing which stretched my writing skills. Writing for others, my opinion safely shielded, was good practice. And while it’s taken decades to muster up the confidence to share my personal stories, my observations, and my point of view, I’ve finally unlocked the clasp, so welcome in.