I’ve always been a writer. I wrote my first jingle about corn flakes when I was 8 years old. It was a grade school assignment. It was also the last jingle I wrote. You’re welcome.

My writing took on many forms as I discovered the magical power of words.

Briefcase by day.

I became a freelance writer and content developer in the healthcare and medical fitness industry. I created educational and professional content to include my own business called MyFitScript. My education and career as a healthcare professional took the front seat while my songwriting waited patiently in the backseat for my workday to end.

Guitar case by night.

I remember growing up and being depressed but didn’t know that’s what it was called. I was given my first guitar at age eleven. I built a fort in our basement out of chairs, floral pastel sheets, and sat on rugs and a pillow. I taught myself how to play the guitar. I placed my fingers on the strings to see what sounds I could produce that matched my feelings. Sometimes my mistakes made beautiful chords. The melodic sounds coming from my heart gave way for my thoughts to form.
In my early thirties I went on medication and my songwriting no longer led people to the nearest bridge to jump off.

Songwriting saved me. Perhaps saved you too!

Then my mom passed away in November of 2021.

I had a Bluebird Cafe show in December that had been scheduled for weeks, and I couldn’t cancel. I had to perform. I’ve been doing shows at the Bluebird for 25 years – it gave back to me more than just a performance opportunity.
The Bluebird Cafe is an iconic Nashville stage for emerging and established writers and artists. I played other venues and festivals but the ‘Bird’ was intimate and allowed me to share my stories that wrote the songs.

I had written a song in those couple weeks after my mom passed, and decided to perform it at my show. Later I entered it into the International Songwriting Competition and then forgot about it. With hives that had broken out and hidden under my blouse, I ‘showed’ up at the Bluebird, played my set, laughed and sang with my songwriter guests, and bantered with the audience. I performed.
I came home, and put my guitar away for what would become over 4 years of silence.

Then my dad passed away in 2024.
My guitar case stayed closed.

Now in 2026
The guitar case opened.
The power of words and their effect could never be ‘put away’, but were redirected while I took time off of the emotion required in songwriting. I’ve been writing stories and narratives, memoir pieces, and anything else but jingles. Again, you’re welcome.

I’m writing songs again. It’s time, and less of it.
Perhaps we’re not alone in the world and there are others that connect and relate to the song. Perhaps after listening to my song called Fifty, you might decide to color your hair. Maybe one of my songs might help you think about something from a different point of view. The song Emily for example is about an older woman with dementia who has an imaginary friend, Emily. What’s not imaginary is the happiness and joy this woman has having tea with her friend Emily.

The song called ‘I Didn’t See it Coming’ is the song I wrote after my mom passed away. The song I had entered into the ISC Songwriting Competition and forgot about. A few months went by and I received notice that this song, my mom’s song, made Semi-Finalist internationally. My mom…the international traveler!

I’ll be releasing songs and stories as they continue to write me.