Growing up, I gravitated towards the visual arts. I was infatuated by the Latin American muralist and the paintings of Goya and Paul Gauguin. I loved that they always told a story and you could immerse yourself for hours trying to dissect the symbolism and meaning in every corner of their paintings.
There came a point for me where my visuals had to move, they had to feel, they had to tell an intense narrative unique to them and their invented existence. Thus I became addicted to telling stories. Here you can read my published stories, giving credit to the wonderful publications that took a chance with me an published them first.
So have fun and get some tissue, I promise you some of these stories will have you crying in no time.
I have a BFA and attended the Iowa Summer Writers Workshop and Oglethorpe University writer’s workshops. I taught creative development at Portfolio Center.
I live in Alpharetta, Georgia. I am a member of the Atlanta Writer’s Club.
Writing is a labor of love.
If I counted all the hours I’ve spent writing, editing, sending out stories, editing other writer’s work, I could make more money per hour working at McDonalds. So thanks to the marvels of technology and digital media you can now help this worthy cause.
You read a story. It moved you. It made you cry, it made you think about the human condition and you feel all these powerful emotions inside.
When you go to the movies, you pay on the cheap $15, plus $9 dollars for the pop-corn and of course some soft drink. So 50ç is nothing by comparison. Want to give more? Hit Other and whatever you think is right, will help. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re now a patron of the arts.