I’m not sure you’re ready for my dry sense of humor yet, so I’ll shoot straight. I’m a writer and a twenty + year legal assistant. I write from my perspective as a wife, and working mother to two teenagers and two miniature dachshunds. I’m a daughter, sister, friend, neighbor and Texan.

I explore patterns I see in the world through poetry, prose, and reflective essays… and sometimes wit and sarcasm. For the longest time, I have wanted a place where I could explain what I see, and ask if you see it too.

Beauty and horror, joy and sadness, love and grief. Potential sitting right there next to doubt, all this time. I write about the patterns we inherited and repeated, as well as the ones we didn’t. The baby and the dirty bathwater. I spend a lot of time thinking about how to run fresh bathwater so we can keep that proverbial baby safe and sound.

The Common Joy is about remembering what brings joy. Family, community, fellowship—a table long enough to fit anyone that needs to be reminded they belong.