Sharing life’s darker moments
I wrote the following Guest Essay for our local newspaper about my husband talking to police officers of the challenges he faced with mental illness. He and
I wrote the following Guest Essay for our local newspaper about my husband talking to police officers of the challenges he faced with mental illness. He and
Following a vacation out West, I wrote the following guest essay for our local newspaper in recognition of Mental Illness Awareness Week, Oct. 2-8. It’s titled “What
Here’s a Guest Column I wrote for our local newspaper for Valentine’s Day, where I explore small things we can do to connect us to one another
“If disease and disorders were coded by color, then gray would best represent mental illness. Achromatic, the color of smoke; where black and white overlap, where health and sickness intersect. Steve’s manic depression, as bipolar disorder was called in the mid-1990s, didn’t manifest in any medically discernable manner, like a lump on a breast or an elevated PSA number. Instead, it crept into our family life over a period of several years, an indefinable force that disrupted routines and changed our life without our knowing it was happening. I didn’t think of Steve’s quickening temper as a symptom of an illness; I blamed it on the stress of several job changes in a short period of time and the pressure of providing for our growing family.”
From Rambler: A family pushes through the fog of mental illness
My professional life has taken me from the classroom to the newsroom to a public relations office. Semi-retired now, I continue to work as a freelance writer and editor and a university adjunct instructor.
The career constant—the thread running through it all—is my love for writing.
I fondly recall the first time I imagined myself a writer. In elementary school at the time, I overheard my Aunt Margie praising a story I’d written about growing up in a large family. (I have ten brothers and a sister.) But being a writer wasn’t something little girls living in the Midwest in the 1950s set out to be, so I became a teacher. Eventually, I grew into a writer.
I have worked as a writing teacher, beat reporter, features editor, newspaper columnist, PR professional, essayist, blogger, and freelance writer. I’ve written for university magazines on subjects ranging from the inauguration of a new president to how artificial intelligence is transforming the way we live. Quite a leap from the story I wrote about my family.
When not writing—or thinking about writing—I enjoy traveling, bicycling, and being with my husband, Steve.