Life happens. We get interrupted. When my husband died, grief opened my heart. Writing, like grieving, is an act of love. Interruptions are not forever. I'm writing again. Join me! A Substack Featured Publication.
I've worked fast food, made curtains for VW vans, dental assistant, married people, ran an herb farm, wrote obits, church secretary, and became a psychotherapist and an artist. Not done pivoting. There's life after loss and I hope to inspire.