Picture yourself strolling the Philadelphia street the Motown hit song said was the “hippest in town.” It wouldn’t surprise you to see a thirty-something woman sitting behind an antique desk in a South Street storefront window, along with a file cabinet, a bookshelf, and a rotary dial phone.
The shingle she painted to hang outside that office read “WordsWorth: Custom Crafted Communications.” The woman at the desk was a freelancer with a knack for ghostwriting who needed more work. WordsWorth was the result of what the Sunday paper called “an idea so crazy it might work.” It did work, until the crazy 80’s brought an ad agency offer she didn’t refuse. The 90’s brought a divorce she sought. The millennium brought bookselling and a move south. Grandchildren brought her back north, where she – finally – got serious about her own writing. The workshops and retreats and groups she found were crucial to starting and finishing her second novel. She is me. I kept the shingle. It now reads “WordsWorth Publications.”
Welcome to my website. Different sort of storefront window. Onto a much wider world. Where there will always be books for readers. Including my latest, below.