I write to keep the voices out of my head.  Sometimes I will write five or six poems a day, sometimes I won’t write for weeks. I have scraps of Kleenex and donut boxes to testify to the fact that the voices echo until I set them free.

I have attended many different colleges in many different states and still haven’t settled on a major.

I just had a child, Devin, and he is precious.  My husband feels so-so about my writing, but my friend Doni is the one who got me off my derriere and made me try to share “the gift” (as she calls it).