Finding My Way to Writing at 60

If you had told me a few years ago that I’d become an author at 60, I would have smiled politely and changed the subject.

For most of my adult life, writing was something I carried quietly — notes in journals, thoughts scribbled in margins, feelings that had nowhere else to go. My working world was very different. I spent 20 years in dentistry was very cooperate I was surrounded by schedules, systems, and responsibility. It was a full life, but not a creative one.

Then, life shifted — as it often does when we’re not looking.

Our daughters, Elle and Alice, left home and were starting their own paths, suddenly the house felt quieter. Not empty — just different. I found myself with space I hadn’t had in years. Space to think. Space to feel. Space to finally ask myself what I wanted next.

And what came next was writing.

I began to put words to a story I had carried for a long time — my experience of growing up as the daughter of an alcoholic. It wasn’t easy. Some days the words flowed; other days I closed the laptop and walked the dogs instead (who are very good at reminding me to step outside when things get heavy). But slowly, gently, the book took shape.

Daughter of an Alcoholic is the result of that process — not just a book, but a letting go. Writing it taught me that healing isn’t loud or dramatic; it’s often quiet, steady, and deeply personal. It also taught me that it’s never too late to begin again.

These days, I am learning to be kinder to myself in this new chapter of my life. This website is my way of sharing that journey — the books, the stories, and the things I’m still learning along the way.

If you’re reading this and wondering whether it’s too late to start something new, let me tell you: it isn’t. Sometimes, the best chapters come later than we expect.

Thank you for being here — truly.
I hope you’ll stay a while.