Maggie was raised in Bucks County, Pennsylvania. She wrote stories in her head all through her eight-year study of ballet and during her classes in Interior Design at the Moore Institute. She’s been known to mime Chippendale dining chairs and Victorian chaise lounges at parties.
Her hobbies include duplicate bridge, volunteering and world travel. Her short stories based, on Celtic, Chinese and Polynesian legends, appear in publications worldwide.
 A little cat, seven pounds at that, had begged to join our household. We acquiesced, and did our best to make her life unfold.
In turn she gave us every part of her sweet heart, and put up with our wanderings.
Our travels done, she felt she’d won her fame among the foundlings.
At home she took up sentinel, protecting us from harm.
If invaders came, she’d hide in shame, then cuddle us with charm. Two decades passed, and love that lasts cried out for our attention.
The mewing ceased; her joy decreased going quietly unmentioned. She did her best at our behest, and never once complained. Unlike the past, she leaves at last her family in pain.
Her black and gray with white displayed no longer play around us.
Her spirit’s here, to calm our fear, and lovingly surround us. |
