Poet

I am a poet, mother of 3, healthcare advocate and doula. I have been inspired by the landscape and natural treasures of the North Shore of Duluth, Minnesota. I enjoy coffee, running (slowly), hiking, and yoga. I also appreciate snuggling with furry creatures and prickly teens alike.

Some of my poetry is available on Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B07ZBJ63V5).

Other poems (including "After the Endoscopy, in Which You Looked intoMy Guts and Found Nothing") have been published in the medical humanities journal Survive and Thrive (https://repository.stcloudstate.edu/survive_thrive/vol4/iss1/21/)

I read my poetry at Homegrown, at the Duluth All Souls Night events, and at open mic nights at Wussow's Cafe in West Duluth.

I am also an arts organizer, having coordinated readings for the Alworth Planetarium and for Duluth's All Souls Night events.

I have also been a Board member of Lake Superior Writers. In that role, I have served as a judge for the annual poetry competition. I have also written for the LSW blog (Cluttered and Trapped in a Strange World and Diving Deep: How to Write About Difficult Topics). 



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