Contact me: by e-mail: [email protected]
by phone: 207-975-9725

A few facts about the painter/writer:   

The best thing about my childhood is that no one knew where I was between breakfast and dinner on any given summer day—or cared. Those days weren’t all good, but there was more adventure than boredom and I survived them able to form judgments and alliances without being told what to like.

I grew up in Chappaqua, New York, spent early summers on Nantucket Island outgrowing the terror inspired by surf, and a few magical teenage summer months in Seal Harbor, Maine, where, starstruck among my glamorous older cousins, I learned to love sailing and the hypnotic rhythms of long hikes in the woods. And rocks. Maine’s was the shoreline that took my breath away and still does. I feel lucky to live where I can see it.

I found Smith College paradise, but never tried their excellent studio art because a 3^rd grade teacher had told me I couldn’t draw. I was 35 and raising four little children in Baltimore before I found that I can (so can you—it takes application and practice, like any art or craft) and dove into painting until a career in teaching (English) and writing, as my little crew entered and survived their teens, forced a 20-year hiatus in everything else except an MLA degree from Johns Hopkins.

Later, during the seven summers sailing the Atlantic coast with my husband, I began to paint again—little watercolor postcards I could send from Maine ports—and recovered the happiness in looking, just looking and responding in painted notations . . .

 . . . and sometimes in words. There was the most extraordinary feeling of liberation in sitting down at my Royal and typing “Chapter One”. I still love beginnings.