I’m a generalist, which means I have written about everything from shark research in the Chesapeake Bay to traveling in far-flung Caribbean islands, from profiles of watermen, businessmen, and boatbuilders to stories about climate archives in whale ear wax.
For me, writing is a gateway to the rest of the world. I love immersing in a subject or a place and learning about something completely new. I ask a lot of questions. I pay attention to the details. I listen. Whether for a magazine story or a poem, the MO is the same.
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My professional journalism career began in daily newspapers, then came my real education during nearly four years with The Associated Press in Northern New England. I took a hard left turn from the intensity of the wire service to become mid-Atlantic bureau chief of Soundings, a monthly newspaper about boating that I’d grown up watching my dad and brothers read cover to cover. This brought me back home to the Chesapeake Bay, where I eventually became executive editor of Chesapeake Bay Magazine.
In 2008, my husband, young son and daughter, and I sold most of what we owned, moved onto our 45-foot sailboat Osprey, and went sailing fulltime throughout the western Caribbean, Central America, the Bahamas, and the Atlantic coast from Florida to the Canadian Maritimes. During this time, I wrote a monthly column for Cruising World magazine about our travels.
Since our return to land in 2012, I’ve been a writer for Washington College in Chestertown, Maryland, where I’m presently director of college communications. While studying for my master’s degree in English there, I began fulfilling a lifelong dream to write and publish poetry. I’ve also resumed freelancing for Smithsonianmag.com, where I write about science and the environment. In late 2018 I began freelance writing for Soundings again, and in August 2019 I became senior editor for Good Old Boat magazine. I still write a column and features for Chesapeake Bay Magazine, where I’m editor-at-large, and I remain a contributing editor at Cruising World.
You can probably tell, I’m rarely satisfied enough to sit still—literally or creatively. This probably makes me kind of hard to live with. Oh well.