To write as if your life depended on it: to write across the chalkboard, putting up there in public words you have dredged, sieved up from dreams, from behind screen memories, out of silence—words you have dreaded and needed in order to know you exist.
— Adrienne Rich - What Is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics

This is my chalkboard.

After writing successfully in the corporate world for many years, this is me throwing off those shackles to get back to writing for the sheer joy of it.

This is me, taking up space and making noise, no excuses, no filters, and definitely no apologies. 

This is me, in all my queer, feminist, opinionated, angry, profane, kind, messy, and imperfect glory. 

Read what I write here, or not. 

Either way, at the end the week, you can usually find me behind one of these:


Care to join me?