Born March 31st,1929, Easter Sunday on the cusp of April Fools Day in the year the stock market died.
Don, is the tall Shy Guy, spouse, creative force & phenomenal companion.

Three living middle-aged offspring who are neither children nor “mine,” KT, Stan and Peter. When your “baby” is eligible for AARP you search for new descriptors.

Three outstanding grand “children.” Jane, a college student: Anna Rose, a high school student and Aaron a graphic designer, metal artist, gardener, creative force, all around good sport and friend.

Home is a modest place on the banks of Coast Range Oregon river, 28 miles from “town.” I’m part of a mixed neo/retro hippie, artistic & staggeringly diverse forest community.

Identity at various times: daughter, wife, widow, mother, grieving parent, Aries, failed factory worker, potter, basket maker, sewin’ fool, adequate organically-inclined cook/food preserver, clinical social worker specializing in PTSD, loss, relationships & creative expression, hospice volunteer, tree hugging ecoappreciator, party girl, recluse, foolish risktaker, writer, computer graphics-photography neophyte, established writer & storyteller.