I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats

Coming Soon from
The Wild Rose Press

Welcome!  At the age of twelve my name appeared in print for the very first time.  I’ll never forget my father’s reaction when a stranger tracked down our phone number that Sunday morning to discuss my letter to the editor of the Boston Globe.  Dad was worried about stalkers and I was thrilled that someone felt strongly enough about my words to pick up the phone. 

Today I still feel the same way.  Writing is my dream.  The process is long and sometimes very difficult.  But the thrill of creating stories is worth every knot in my stomach.  Drop me a note…I’d love to hear from you!