Some people grow up playing checkers, or the cello; I grew up playing poetry with my mother and never stopped. After her sudden death in 2010, I began to share my poems with others. Since then, many have been published in various literary journals and anthologies.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over that Naomi Shihab Nye granted me a Geneva Writers’ Literary Prize in 2017, or that two poems from my collection GALOSHES (2020) were read by Billy Collins on The Poetry Broadcast, or that I was shortlisted for the Fish Poetry Prize in 2021.
That's enough bragging, for now. Thank you for stopping by.