Welcome to my blog! Here, I share reflections on the joys and challenges of balancing life and writing, thoughts on community and cultural storytelling, and practical tips to help nurture your writing practice. Whether you’re seeking inspiration, strategies for weaving writing into a busy life (especially if you’re a caregiver), or thoughtful conversations about the power of words, you’ll find something here to support your journey.
I’m also a big fan of museum visits, music, and travel, so don’t be surprised if you stumble across posts featuring artwork that moves me, curated playlists to write by, or musings on how art, music, and storytelling connect in beautiful and surprising ways.
Last week, I shared one reason care matters so much to the writing process. It matters that we take care of ourselves, especially during periods when writing feels difficult, and life makes it even more…
In summers past, I’ve written in carlines while waiting to pick kids up from camp. I’ve written in clinic waiting rooms between my parents’ doctors’ appointments. And, if I’m being honest, I’ve written on the…
Learning Care My mom was a social worker for forty years. She worked in a mental health facility for over a decade. After that, she spent several years in a brain injury unit. Later, she…
I was very fortunate to grow up attending a school from grades 4 through 8, where Black History Month was fully celebrated. The hallways were lined with posters filled with Black history facts. At our…
In January, I was invited to give a lecture and facilitate a workshop for the University of Virginia Cultural Rhetorics Colloquium. My talk, Building a Writing Life: Sustaining Writing Practices, Care, and Creativity, and the…
This is the time of year when social media fills up with highlight reels: promotions, publications, awards, and big goals achieved. I believe we should celebrate our accomplishments. One of the lessons I learned far…
This morning, I sat down with my paper calendar to review the month and make notes for November, and noticed all the erasure marks. October was rough. It’s a month I usually love for the…
I was talking with a dear friend about business planning, writing, and family when I realized something I’ve been feeling but hadn’t said out loud: I’ve been working under extreme conditions for a long time.…
The summer we began visiting ALS clinics for my mom was the summer her medical binder thickened with reports, trial information, and my own notes and questions. We spent days on the road, sitting through…