A Minor, Unaccompanied: How Flute Playing Saved Me from a Life of Homelessness, won Memoir Magazine’s 2022 Prize for coming-of-age books. Complete at 89,000 words, this unpublished manuscript stitches Alisson Wood’s Being Lolita with legacies of parental neglect in Jeanette Walls’ The Glass Castle, and provides an intimate homeless youth profile such as in Vicki Sokolik’s If You See Them: Young, Unhoused, and Alone in America.

Overview

A week before my fourteenth birthday, wealthy, popular twenty-five-year-old Hugo, gives me a romance novel about a girl who falls in love with an older man and saves his life. Friendless and bored, I follow the script for almost two years. But Hugo ignores me when we’re not having sex. At age fifteen, I leave home, flute in hand, to join a Wisconsin commune. Planning to restart school, I hitchhike to British Columbia for an experimental school that is a scam. Another swindled kid offers me a ride home but dumps me in California. Homeless in San Francisco with nothing but my flute for solace, I run into a commune member who trafficks me for sex. Escaping, I return home to restart the relationship with Hugo but break it off and enter a high school music program.

When my mother remarries and moves across the country I’m seventeen and stay behind to graduate and enter college on a music scholarship but struggle with self-identity. Re-encounters with Hugo and the man who trafficked me convince me I’m done with that life but nor do I want the rigid abstinence my new chosen family requires. Who am I—the wild hippie, this new strait-laced version or neither? Flute playing gives me purpose, but will it help me to find self-forgiveness and self-esteem?

Partial or full manuscript available to literary agents upon request.

Bio

As current producer of syndicated radio programs Radio Health Journal and Viewpoints, freelance writer and former magazine editor, I have over 700 by-lines. My work is in Newsweek,  The Sun and numerous literary journals, including four chapters of my memoir. I was a 2023 Doris Betts Fiction Prize finalist. I live in Asheville, North Carolina, with my husband and two black dogs often mistaken for small black bears on leashes. To contact me click here, or see the contact tab in the menu.

About This Blog

Self-love hasn’t come easy for me. What I felt for years was self-hatred; hatred for the pain I felt, the shame I experienced, the things I’d said and done, or the things that were said and done to me. But that feeling, that attitude thankfully changed. How? By embracing the pain, embracing the shame, the fear, by looking at each and all those painful feelings deep within myself, and not flinching. Easily said. Hard to do.

I will share a bit of how I came to believe in myself, and the things that helped me, things like readings, spiritual exercises, people, and so on, plus some of the struggles and setbacks I’ve had on the journey to self-love. But one thing I’ve never done is give up. I never gave up on myself. A solid nugget deep inside me was good, though buried and hidden. I wanted to find it and believe in it. And I did. You can, too. Just have faith that it is there. Have faith that you will find it.

“But one thing I’ve never done is give up. I never gave up on myself. “

And a word of note.

This is definitely and foremost a spiritual blog. It is not my intention to proselytize any particular denomination or religion. My feeling is that they all have something to offer. And to be completely transparent, as of this writing I don’t belong to, or attend any kind of house of worship other than my own meditation corner of my bedroom, and the moment by moment walks in this life with the God of my understanding and my spiritual guides.

And with that said — welcome!