I’m a writer from the seventies, a latent bloomer. My latency includes poetry writing, painting and crafts. I am an artist and as it has been said, “I’m sensitive.”

I am a wife and mother. I am a daughter, I am a sister, I am a grandchild, I am a niece, I am a cousin, I am a neighbor, I am a citizen; I am ‘you’.

I have children: two boys and one step-son. I am uncustomary in nature, not by choice, but by fate altering starts and delays.

I have never stagnated into anything, not even career or club, I’m never less than evolving, it’s a latent evolution, however incredibly destined driven.

I’m imaginative and I’m incessantly bent on putting characters behind titles into books to bring thought, thoughtfulness, entertainment and interesting reading to anyone who dares to read.

My past stories were designed with those in mind like you, and there will be future stories too. Those who sit on a park benches stealing an alone moment, swinging a crossed leg escaped into someone else’s life.

I mean you, the person who is critique minded, critical and analytical at the same time, objective and the one who will at least try something once.

Therefore I implore you, try these and look toward the future for greater entertainment in stories.