I can name some of the ways I express myself: as a woman, a poet, a mother. But the deeper question — Who am I? — remains open. It’s a mirror I keep returning to, a sacred call that stirs my need to write. That question is a doorway; one I continue to walk through, again and again, through the many avenues that call to me. Writing is one of those avenues. 

Poetry has become a way to give voice and meaning to what moves through me, to the worlds I witness, both within and around me. Other paths of remembrance include meditation, deep observation, exploration of emotion, and the curious witnessing of the human condition through my own inner lens.