Carolyn G. Healy
Creative Nonfiction about the things
that make us
I still consider myself a desert rat in spite of living in Minnesota for over 30 years. I was born and raised in Tucson, Arizona where I lived until shortly after graduating from the University of Arizona. If you've barely seen snow in person, my advice is not to move to the northern plains between Christmas and New Year's, or during the four months on either side. This move in the depths of winter and the circumstances surround-ing it were very difficult. Readers will see in my writing a repeating theme related to this experience referencing environmental extremes and nature in both places.
I think many people, including teachers, have considered me quite verbal, but at some point I became aware that my "inside" and "outside" voices were very different, and that it was my most difficult to articulate thoughts that erupted as poems. I continue to write in a lifelong quest to be understood and to understand myself, through words, precisely that which can't quite be expressed in everyday language. Even for just a moment, I want people to feel what I feel, or if that's not possible, to feel something, hopefully positive, in response to my words.
My family has some deep western roots passed down from my paternal great-great grandfather who in 1875 purchased a cattle ranch in Texas and about 2500 head of cattle after the family mercantile business in Boston burned down. In the early 1970's, my dad, F. Dale Healy, purchased horse property just outside the Tucson city limits. The experiences at "the Ranch" turned out to be memorable with lasting life value.
My education includes a B.A. in Psychology, an M.S. in Manufacturing Systems (Engineering) and way too many years trying to fit into big business culture. Now I write.