I write poetry and prose from a place of paradox.
I seek wonder in the un-extraordinary life,
finding that is where true extraordinary lies.

If I could, I would invite you to my back porch. We’d drink from our favorite mugs, watching the butterflies diligently work as we unravel our stories together—our fabric makings. You know, the big and little things that make me, me, and you, you.

I was born a wanderer at heart, but called a quaint town along the Missouri River home. It was here I learned the power of stories—ebbing and flowing, flooding and receding, birthing and destroying like the waters I would watch from the banks as a kid.

Words came to me the way they do for most of us, children’s stories and nursery rhymes; but, even as a young child, I remember noticing how they made me feel. Eliciting a response from the deep places of my being, words would pry open spaces that needed to breathe and be known.

When I discovered that I could write them,
well, that changed everything! 

At eighteen I left that little river town to attend college in one of America’s largest cities. I would spend the next fifteen years roaming the country—never settling my roots too deeply, always ready to pick up and move on. The words followed me.

They invited me into cultures, communities, and intimate spaces. They made way for stories—mine and others. They welcomed hurting and hoping, caring and considering, holding and healing. They reminded me that the root of my wandering was always in pursuit of wonder—always walking toward wondering.

Welcome, reader. Through our sharing of this space, I hope that you find a sanctuary to feel and connect with yourself and the world around you in wonder.