Nestled in the crook of my arm, a notebook filled with scribbles waits patiently. I'm one of those hermits who found comfort in words during the pandemic. As the world outside quieted, I discovered the joy of exploring the landscapes of my own imagination.
From those initial scrawls emerged a collection of small and long, sometimes funny, sometimes serious pieces - hopefully a mix of whimsy and food for thought. My first chapbook, a labor of love, now finds itself on this page, a small step in my writing journey.
