my passion carved my path
I wanted to be a rockstar. Dance on stage. Wear flowing dresses, stacked jewels, and sparkly jetsam. I wanted to play the fuck out of a guitar. A pink guitar. And I wanted to sing. At the top of my lungs. From the bottom of my gut.
But as the Stone’s remind us, we can’t always get what we want.
Despite years of expensive guitar lessons, I cannot strum a single chord. Nor can I keep rhythm on a set of drums. My singing is loud and brutally off key.
So while other little girls danced ballet, jazz, or tap, I read. I read everything I could get my hands on. Books introduced me to worlds, people, and times I otherwise could not know.
And while it was never possible to express myself through the art of dance or by creating rock and roll music, I have always been able to translate thoughts to sentences. Through my writing, I could be understood.
I love discovering alternative words and tasting foreign phrases on my tongue. Crafting sentences, which begin in the middle and end at the start. Piling words along side each other in just the right pattern to create a cadence.
Two years ago when my marketing position was downsized I went on a soul rattling pilgrimage to the holy lands of Israel and Palestine. There the screaming voice in my chest grew louder, “Write! Just write!”
My relentless hunger to spend my days writing settled, once and for all, the battle between head and heart. I stopped searching for a 9-5 and channeled my energy into curating a wonderfully eclectic career as a freelance writer.
My passion carved my path.
I committed to writing full time and devoted myself to helping individuals and small business owners find their voice. My personal and professional lives are devoted to uncovering the spirit of people and places.
Everyday I throw away the rulebook and start from scratch. I listen to clients and hear what rocks their socks. I create copy consistent with the messaging of their brand. I take extraordinary pride in my ability to help business owners find and promote their message to a captive audience.
And like I always dreamed, I am creating and rocking while wearing flowing dresses, piles of stacked jewels, and sparkly jetsam. I am finally singing. At the top of my lungs. From the bottom of my gut.