I believe we are all artists, for art is merely self-expression that evokes emotion. Me? I write.
Throughout my life, writing has been my deepest way of expressing myself. Words are what I use to paint a picture, using bold strokes to make a statement or the thinnest line to whisper a longing. All facets of my life have been drenched in the beauty of language. My life as a writer began nearly a half-century ago, yet my life as an author is still young, and sometimes, unsure of herself. I have always written in diaries and journals, on scraps of paper that get tucked into the back of diaries and journals. Yet, deep down I know that the most magical writing gets read by others and connects with their heart and soul in a space of kindred knowing.
That is why I'm here. To share my words, my truth as I know it, and connect with others so they may feel something that brings them joy, or understanding, or piss them off enough to look into their own hearts and ask why. I want to create art that evokes emotion, that heals a wound, or starts a conversation.
The conversation in my own head lately has been the one with my younger self and how learning that my dad was gay when I was 13 years old rocked my idyllic suburban life. As I look back I can see how my assumptions shaped the choices I've made and how I suffered more than I needed to due to my own stubbornness and fear. I also see there was so much more to Dad than him being gay that impacted our relationship. My story isn't one of abuse or extraordinary heroics, instead, it is a story about how one aspect of our family life can impact everything. Most of all, my story is one of acceptance and how seeing people for who they really are allows us to also see ourselves.
Stay tuned for excerpts and essays along the way and thank you for reading.