The beautiful thing about gravitas is that if you embrace it, you can also let it go. “The best and worst moments of your life are just that. Moments. Keep going.” -Yours Truly
She’s the quintessential Renaissance Gal—and it’s all Thorn’s fault. Ok, not really. With a Masters in Transformative Language Arts, Tiffany is not only a voracious reader and exceptional performer but a professional writer and editor.
Her favorite genres to edit are poetry, young adult, sci-fi, fantasy, and thrillers (bring on the horror, it don’t scare her). But she’s a learned reader, and her strength is in comprehensive editing for optimal story flow. Tiffany asks the necessary questions to help you hone each chapter, ensuring readers get your best work.
Tiffany is President of the San Diego Book Awards Association, as well as a member of ASCAP, The National Forensics League, and Transformative Language Arts Network.
I integrate Transformative Language Arts into any work I do, and I work with people all over the world, but I can’t tell you who they are, due to NDAs! I was once told, “you exude art.” So, I decided to spend the rest of my life helping other like-minded individuals get to do the same.
And a love one never forgets. Sigh. You took me back to that time.
Michael Stang says:
Like looking through the looking glass at the magic of a greener grass. Delightful.
Diane Cresswell says:
Tiffany this is absolutely beautiful. I can feel, and that says a lot, of the emotion within the words. Love this.
Miryam says:
Retreating back, or moving forward. Both choices are imensly orchestrated and part of our healing. You shared a powerful season of life Tiffany… Thank you for laying it out there….
From first stanza to last you express succinctly what first love is and those who read your lines and have experienced the thrill of first love can easily and deliciously relate.
Laura G says:
Love how this poem is “spear of teardrop truth” about how we are all “students” of love, and can triumph by embracing memories and transforming them to art and writing (“Recreating and creating;” “multifaceted colors;” “I am a book…writing and written.” This poem has a lovely echo. The repetition is like waves and heartbeats, and is cyclical, like love itself.
Just saw these comments. Thank you for your constructive critiques and compliments! Sal, Miryam, Diane, Michael, Monica… you guys know how awesome it feels to impress your friends even on a small level. You’ve made my *Satur-DAY!
Kyle Katz says:
“Looking to see you again.” That small voice that penetrates takes on its own form… forever heard. Outstanding!
I FINALLY get around to leaving a comment. As most of you know, Tiffany helps keep things running at the Towers, even from a distance. OH! Have I taken her for granted! And neglected to notice what a fine talent she has. This poem is magnificent. I just placed an order to have sent to you the only book of poetry that ever moved me, by William Benton: “This is my Beloved.” Your poetry is of equal caliber.
Thank you all. I take a great bit of honey, I mean pleasure in handing Thorn his daily dose of the ‘tas… not really. He’s got an I’VE drip at the Towers. Don’t tell. I’m looking forward to having the time to fully engage the comments as I used to. Please forgive my sparse check ins…
And a love one never forgets. Sigh. You took me back to that time.
Like looking through the looking glass at the magic of a greener grass. Delightful.
Tiffany this is absolutely beautiful. I can feel, and that says a lot, of the emotion within the words. Love this.
Retreating back, or moving forward. Both choices are imensly orchestrated and part of our healing. You shared a powerful season of life Tiffany… Thank you for laying it out there….
Magnificently written.
From first stanza to last you express succinctly what first love is and those who read your lines and have experienced the thrill of first love can easily and deliciously relate.
Love how this poem is “spear of teardrop truth” about how we are all “students” of love, and can triumph by embracing memories and transforming them to art and writing (“Recreating and creating;” “multifaceted colors;” “I am a book…writing and written.” This poem has a lovely echo. The repetition is like waves and heartbeats, and is cyclical, like love itself.
Just saw these comments. Thank you for your constructive critiques and compliments! Sal, Miryam, Diane, Michael, Monica… you guys know how awesome it feels to impress your friends even on a small level. You’ve made my *Satur-DAY!
“Looking to see you again.” That small voice that penetrates takes on its own form… forever heard. Outstanding!
This gets better every time I read it! Bravo!!
I FINALLY get around to leaving a comment. As most of you know, Tiffany helps keep things running at the Towers, even from a distance. OH! Have I taken her for granted! And neglected to notice what a fine talent she has. This poem is magnificent. I just placed an order to have sent to you the only book of poetry that ever moved me, by William Benton: “This is my Beloved.” Your poetry is of equal caliber.
Thank you all. I take a great bit of honey, I mean pleasure in handing Thorn his daily dose of the ‘tas… not really. He’s got an I’VE drip at the Towers. Don’t tell. I’m looking forward to having the time to fully engage the comments as I used to. Please forgive my sparse check ins…