A lifelong resident of the  Upper West Side of Manhattan, I’ve been active as a neuro-psychiatrist, artist and poet.  Since the early years of this century, I’ve downsized my medical practice to concentrate more on poetry writing and sculpting clay.

I love to walk.  Word-songs and art ideas accompany my steps.  Litter—smashed soda cans with straws, sea shells, driftwood, leaf shadow, anything can find its way into mixed media sculpture, mobiles, collage/assemblage, photo collages, or aquarelles.  

And, poetry as haiga, haiku, tanka, ghazal, sonnet, pantoum, free verse, experiments with shape poems, on and on from the spiral of what’s out there, into what’s in here.

I’ve written two published long form family memoir poems with a third on its way. My poems are also in online and print platforms.

A dedicated grandmother, I spend time on a small plot of land in Putnam County, New York with bountiful, berry-filled gardens which invariably enter my art and our mouths.

Message me if you want to purchase The Lost Notebook, in hard copy.