The Writer I Am



My life was shaped by a young military couple who brought me from an infant home to their tiny apartment in Sumter, South Carolina, in February 1952.


They adopted me that October at thirteen months and named me Mary Ellen. They gave me a life my poor textile-worker mother could not afford to.

I tell stories

about my adopted life in an Air Force family, the separations, the moves, the uncertainty, the quest for self, and the discovery of my family of origin.

I began to write when I learned what words were for.

I write of my troubled coming of age as a military daughter in the 1960's.
I write about the joy, beauty, creativity, and toil of my years in Philadelphia area gardens.
I write about the discovery of my family of origin, and what it means to me as time passes. 

I write into my trauma of a brain hemorrhage that forever changed my life. and how I come to terms with my disability. 

My dear mother, Agnes, who raised me and always loves me. She lives in a Pennsylvania nursing home and is doing very well at age 97.