Late Blooming Poetry, Part 1

Here I begin at 44, after spending 20 years teaching, and finishing my Masters in Education this year. My son is 8, my marriage 9.

I have not yet decided the best way to save for the future.

I write every day. I was born in the 70s. My mom cooked rice for the Hell’s Angels. We lived on land surrounded by our neighbors’ cornfields.

Drawing calms me. So does writing, at least. My anxiety didn’t really get treated until I was 35. Before that there was a lot of running away. Turns out panic cannot really be starved.

This is a means of introduction. Hello. How are you?

Poetry, fiction, and essays in celebration of being a Mom, Wife, Educator, Writer, & Lover of Life.

Poetry, fiction, and essays in celebration of being a Mom, Wife, Educator, Writer, & Lover of Life.