Lazarus
When I joked we’ll name him Lazarus
“Refloating” in The San Franciscan
Two Poems in The Fourth River
The Stranger Who Got Me Pregnant
The Stranger Who Got Me Pregnant
January 19, 2022
But I know the stranger in the Czech Republic wasn’t possessed by the devil. She was an angel. She gave me a new beginning, helped us end a quest that had lasted five wrenching years.
Fog and Light: San Francisco Through the Eyes of the Poets Who Live Here (ed. Diane Frank)
About Me
I'm working from the premise that motherhood is not just all diapers, tantrums, and setting limits. It's interesting. Okay, sometimes. My new poetry collection is out from Blue Light Press!
