Born in northern Alabama, father was a Native American (Chickasaw) sharecropper; mother who was emotionally absent, raised by her father, Native American great-grandmother and an African-American woman whom were all were great storytellers.
Instead of playing like most children, she roamed the countryside alone or with her father and at night she sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. During the summer, she lived with her fathers’ sister; it was at this favorite aunt that she would discover a library, and mingle with her aunt’s circle of friends that included local writers, artist, and politicians.
A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was the weekend retreat and filled with these pople from a different life than her own. This aunt encouraged the imagination; planted the desire to write, a seedling waiting to sprout from the warm southern heart of a child.
The harshness that shrouded life would cause her to withdraw from most of the world; it fills the pages of her writing, the heartache, the abuse, and the denial from her mother. Today, she lives in Southern Wisconsin…far from her southern roots, writes and paints daily.