I write—way out there—on broad themes, the universe, the environment, wandering stars, the connection we have to all living things, and I write—up close, deep and personal—on trees cut from their roots, the human struggle, alienation, adoption, and racism, but always through the lens of someone walking this earth at human speed, looking for the divine in all of us. 

Meet Janell

Novelist. Memoirist. Poet. Explorer.

Tax executive. Foster mom. Adoptive mom. Host mom. Single mom. Baker, bicyclist, barbecue sauce maker, avid reader, lover of words, world traveler. Adoptee, seeker of wisdom, connection, grace. Lover of history, hunter of forgotten stories, stargazer. Her lyrical prose and poetry invite us in to witness people fighting for their dreams, for dignity, for acknowledgment of their humanity. The themes of her writing cover the layers of life she’s experienced – finding family and belonging, carving her path to the top of her field, sometimes as the only female executive at the table, sometimes hiding in plain sight as racist barbs pinged around the room. She is the author of the historical novel, Adelaide, Painter of Royalty/Painter of Revolution. Her poetry has appeared in the San Diego Poetry Annual, and A Year in Ink (Vol. 15 and 16), and pieces of her memoir have appeared in Shaking the Tree. Brazen. Short. Memoir (Vol. 4 and 6). She is currently working on a full-length memoir and plotting her second novel.

Work in Progress

Adelaide

Painter of Royalty/Painter of Revolution

It is the Age of Reason, the Age of Conversation, the Age of Philosophy – and the Age of Possibility—why shouldn’t a young woman who wants to become a renowned artist succeed in this new world? Except that it is also an Age of Discontent and Disconnection and the Age of Revolution.

This is the true story of Adelaide and the 18th Century, a renowned artist who overcame a patriarchal society, took on the Catholic church, battled the system of royal patronage, and became a leader of the French Revolution—but more than that, it’s the story of how one woman carved a path for herself through all obstacles in pursuit of her dreams and how her unrivaled success threatened her life and legacy.

This scene depicts Adelaide Labille-Guiard (woman in white) painting Joseph Vien in her bid to win a place in the royal academy. 

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Thoughts From

Off The Donkey Track

There is Always a Place of Creativity

There is Always a Place of Creativity

It swims in our wellof sorrow and grief,crying to be lifted out.It lives in the starsof our constantoutreaching,sending backwardsto us in time.It walks among usin flowers and treesthat speak to uswith scent and delight.A flower sees lifebut for a few days,but each is...

The Year of 2024

The Year of 2024

It’s time to break up, break out, break away from the expectations of society, the demands of work, the fears of mothers.

Celebrating My First Martin Luther King Day

Celebrating My First Martin Luther King Day

The next thought that went through my head was “What am I celebrating today?” Growing up in my house, I would never have been allowed to celebrate the birth of a man who was murdered because he had a dream that Black and white people could sit down at the table as brothers and sisters in equality. Even though I was a Black and white person in my own body and being raised in a white family.

Poet

From the time I discovered poetry, it has been a way for me to find beauty in hard things and it’s been my call to the Universe—my solace and my guide. It gave me a way to say the things I couldn’t say aloud as a child. 

Explorer

As I travel the world I look for connections with the past. When I read the words of an ancient philosopher, peruse a scene cut into a tile floor thrusting up through powdery lava ash on a faraway island, discover an ordinary house spigot on a three-thousand-year-old wine carafe, it feels as though the thoughts and feelings of the one who wrote the word, created the art, fashioned the tool, are coming to me like lights on a string hung across the universe. Lit up, they pass their energy and thought through me into the present and into the future. I see that we are one, striving, and struggling—our stories cradled in that golden light that carries forward.

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