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Stories From the Edge of Blindness

In 2002, Retinitis Pigmentosa changed my life. This is my story of a slow approach to darkness.

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Writing

Just Over a Month

I can’t believe it, but my book will be released in just over a month. Honestly, I still can’t believe I have a book coming out. I can’t believe I even wrote a book. You get the picture. Disbelief.

On July 14, “Things My Mother Left Behind” will be available in ebook and paperback from Amazon, and I will be selling signed copies through my website. If you think you might be interested in a signed copy, please let me know. You can also still pre-order the ebook for just $2.99

I will be doing a few live virtual readings via Facebook and my YouTube channel, sometime after July 14. Details to come.

As ever, I want to thank my publisher, River Dixon, founder of Potter’s Grove Press. He an incredible writer who also makes dreams come true for people like me!

The amazing video is all the work of my husband, Joe, including new comments from Tanya Klein, aka. The Incurable Dreamer.

I have gotten so much love and support about this book and I am very grateful!

“Things My Mother Left Behind” Available for Pre-Order

I am sitting in my very quiet writing space, typing this in a state of simultaneous disbelief and total joy. I am thrilled beyond the sky to announce that my book, “Things My Mother Left Behind”, is available for pre-order, on Amazon. This is a life long dream come true for me, and I will be forever grateful to River Dixon; an amazing writer, publisher extraordinaire and founder of the incredible Potter’s Grove Press.


To pre-order the ebook version of “Things My Mother Left Behind” you can go here. To visit my Amazon Authors Page, you can go here. To explore the beautiful and diverse catalog from Potter’s Grove Press, you can go here.

I am so grateful for all of the love and support I have received from this incredible community over the years; it has given me a sense of courage I never thought I would feel, and helped a life long dream become reality.

A Little Recorded Poetry

I have a new recorded poem up on YouTube, if you feel like having a listen. This one is the first of 5 originally published in The Writing Disorder. I hope you like it.


Honoring Writers – Suzanne Craig – Whytock

I have come across so many talented, kind and generous writers during my time on WP; I am proud to be a part of such an incredible community. There are so many of you who I want to write about, to honor for your spirit and your work, I could write a post every day for the entirety of my time in the blogging world.

Today, I want to write about Suzanne Craig – Whytock. Suzanne is the real deal in every way. She makes us all laugh every week with her blog, My Dang Blog, she has written 2 novels, Smile and The Dome, countless short stories, and now her first poem, Dryad, has been published. She has incredible range and depth, and to top off her immeasurable talent, she is a kind, generous, supportive and absolutely lovely woman. She also has purple hair, which gives her that super cool awesomeness factor!

As a writer myself, there are writers who I can’t help but be in awe of, writers who teach me and make me want to be better; Suzanne is one of those writers. Her range is something I believe to be a rare gift; a person who can so seamlessly go from writing humor, to fiction, to poetry, and do all of it well, is extraordinary. As someone who aspires to write fiction, I look to Suzanne’s mastery of story telling, and it inspires me. As a poet, I can’t help but love the dreamlike quality of her poems, which are also beautifully crafted. As far as the humor, I just want her to keep writing her blog so I can keep laughing every Sunday!

Thank you, Suzanne, for everything you write and for all of the wonderful things you bring to the lives of so many! I am proud to know you!

The Writer

“The Writer” is the final poem from my recorded poetry series, originally published in Chantarelle’s Notebook. It was inspired by a beautiful piece written by River Dixon from “The Stories In-Between


Wombwell Rainbow Interview

Paul Brookes, the amazing writer and man responsible for the Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge I am participating in for National Poetry Month, also does an interview series. Paul is so incredibly generous with other writers and I am delighted to be a part of this series. If you want, you can read the interview here.

Your Promises are Collapsible

First and most importantly, I hope all who are reading this are safe and well and home. I am, as ever so incredibly grateful for the support and presence of this community in my life!

Continuing with my recorded poetry series, today I am offering the fourth of six poems originally published in Chantarelle’s Notebook. I hope you like it. Video credit goes entirely to my husband, Joe Richardson.


Stiff Trigger

My latest recorded poem is up on YouTube. It is the third of six poems originally published in Chanterelle’s Notebook. Kendal Bell, editor of Chantarell’s Notebook, chose to nominate this poem for a Best of the Net award, which was a huge honor.

All of the credit for visuals goes to my amazing husband Joe Richardson!


Untethered

I was in the car with my husband yesterday, Thomson Twins jangling in the background, when I started to think of what it means to be untethered.  I am parentless, floating without the anchors that rooted my bones to the earth, my blood to the sky. My identity was already fractured, unstable at best, but now I become the definition of loss each time I open my eyes to inhale the sun, each time I close them again to swallow the moon.  I have been emptied out so many times, turning to the memory of voices that fade with the passing of years.  I became old when I should have been steeped in youth, threw my eyes into the grave, forgot how to look to the sky for solace, for discovery.  I am recognized by the shape of my diseases, ailments that strangle my determination, but I don’t recognize my own face. I am the word on the page that erases itself but never stops searching for sound. I am a war, a need to be invisible and seen, to be silence and noise. Is this what it means to be untethered?

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