Every workshop attended, every critique group led, and every poem written is because my husband supported me by taking care of our children and house to allow me time to devote to my book. Thank you, Ben.
Mom and Dad, thank you for always encouraging me to use my voice. Because of you, I never questioned whether or not I had something valuable to say.
To Ryan, for being the first person I mothered, who tolerates it even though you are all grown up now.
To my daughters, I hope that some day this book will be a treasure to explain every good night kiss I missed. I am incredibly grateful for both of you and know you will bring beauty to the world in your own way. Emma, there will be many more poems about you.
Tamryn, I am so grateful to have you in my life. You have always supported my writing. Creating artwork based on my writing is a gift I will treasure always.
I have been blessed by the poetry community in Austin and am grateful for each festival and workshop. I was encouraged by the community to continue writing and was especially encouraged to publish a book by Devorah Winegarten. Anne McCrady and Cindy Huyser, I have treasured friendships with both of you over the years and am so honored that you reviewed my book for me. I am a better poet because of both of you. Thank you for my critique group, which helped me with the poems in this book and have been so supportive of my book. Thank you Cheney Crow, Dee Susong, Amy Greenspan, Margie Roe, and everyone! I am a better poet because of workshops from ire’ne lara silva, David Meischen, Scott Wiggerman, Allyson Whipple and again Anne McCrady and Cindy Huyser. I am especially grateful for the Georgetown Poetry Festival, the Austin International Poetry Festival and the Austin Poetry Society.
My journey as a poet started in California, with support from Elwyn Ellis. I am forever indebted to Ken Kuhlken and Gary Swaim for creating Perelandra College. Ken, thank you for your dedication to excellence in writing. Alex Karola, our journey began so long ago.
To the poets who passed away before getting to read my book: Devorah Winegarten, Wade Martin, and Gary Swaim. Your presence is missed.
Mom and Dad, thank you for always encouraging me to use my voice. Because of you, I never questioned whether or not I had something valuable to say.
To Ryan, for being the first person I mothered, who tolerates it even though you are all grown up now.
To my daughters, I hope that some day this book will be a treasure to explain every good night kiss I missed. I am incredibly grateful for both of you and know you will bring beauty to the world in your own way. Emma, there will be many more poems about you.
Tamryn, I am so grateful to have you in my life. You have always supported my writing. Creating artwork based on my writing is a gift I will treasure always.
I have been blessed by the poetry community in Austin and am grateful for each festival and workshop. I was encouraged by the community to continue writing and was especially encouraged to publish a book by Devorah Winegarten. Anne McCrady and Cindy Huyser, I have treasured friendships with both of you over the years and am so honored that you reviewed my book for me. I am a better poet because of both of you. Thank you for my critique group, which helped me with the poems in this book and have been so supportive of my book. Thank you Cheney Crow, Dee Susong, Amy Greenspan, Margie Roe, and everyone! I am a better poet because of workshops from ire’ne lara silva, David Meischen, Scott Wiggerman, Allyson Whipple and again Anne McCrady and Cindy Huyser. I am especially grateful for the Georgetown Poetry Festival, the Austin International Poetry Festival and the Austin Poetry Society.
My journey as a poet started in California, with support from Elwyn Ellis. I am forever indebted to Ken Kuhlken and Gary Swaim for creating Perelandra College. Ken, thank you for your dedication to excellence in writing. Alex Karola, our journey began so long ago.
To the poets who passed away before getting to read my book: Devorah Winegarten, Wade Martin, and Gary Swaim. Your presence is missed.
