At the risk of sounding corny, I think I was destined for this work.

I love stories. I love meeting people, hearing about their lives, what makes them tick. I love writing. I love shaping stories and seeing them come together. I also love making things orderly. I’m sure that’s driven a few friends and colleagues nuts over the years. I can’t help myself!

I’ve worked in a rather diverse range of jobs over the years in order to earn a living. But I’ve always been a writer. Even when (rarely) I wasn’t using writing in my work, I was taking writing classes and writing short stories or memoir pieces or creative non-fiction.

In my thirties, I worked in graphics and did everything from typesetting to layout, to camera work, to offset printing.

My undergraduate degree was in English, but in my forties I went back to school for a master’s degree in counseling. After that, I worked with seniors and became impassioned about capturing their stories.

I’m at a point in my life now where I want to encourage adults of any age to tell their stories and get what’s important saved in print. It’s a way of connecting with one another, and we’re all in need of connection. Facilitating this process in whatever way I can is my own small stand against the rush and depersonalization in today’s world. And if I sound like a dinosaur, well, let me at least go out with a roar!