My passion for writing began one Christmas when I was twelve. My mother gave me a leather journal, gold embossed, with my name on the front. That was long before I discovered I could jot down ideas on class notes during lectures at divinity school, scribble on the margins of lesson plans as a high school teacher and counselor in San Francisco, or reflect in a spiral notebook the tearful conversations I had with patients as an on-call hospital chaplain.
After embracing my newborn daughter at the age of 41, or flying to Istanbul post 9/11, or driving through Rwanda to witness the efforts of reconciliation following the 1994 genocide, writing has been my constant companion.
Now, as member of Michigan State University’s Biomedical Review Board and enjoying life as wife, mother, and caretaker of two dogs and a cockatiel, I continue to employ the writing tools of bookmarks, bank deposit slips, and grocery lists. I’ve added a laptop computer to the mix as I work on my first novel.
Reasons I write
*I write because I care about nurturing deep connections to the world of animals and seasons and wilderness.
*I write because I care about our human relationships, the ways in which we engage with one another.
*I write about the people I have met who endeavor to heal the world.
*I write about the ways becoming a mother has given me the heart I never had.
*And as much as I have rebelled, hidden, and run away from the faith of my mothers, a Loving Creator keeps seeking me out, like that shepherd who leaves behind 99 sheep to find that one obstinate straggler. I write about that, too and exploring what it means to have faith that every person is a child of God.