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The Nature Writer's Room

Spontaneity strikes in unexpected moments ~ Be Free.

The Nature Writer's Room

Spontaneity strikes in unexpected moments ~ Be Free.

Poem of the Week

Alone - Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view—

About the Author

My Essence

“Writing for yourself is expression. Writing for others is connection. Combining the two becomes art.”

Welcome to my little corner of the world! My name is Tiffany. I am a passionate writer and animal lover based in Southern California. As an avid nature writer, I draw inspiration from the beauty of the natural world and the poetry of greats like Robert Frost, Mary Oliver, William B. Yeats, and Emily Dickinson, to name a few. With a BA in English and creative writing, I channel my love for literature into my writing, using nature as my muse. I foster a deep appreciation for both animals and the environment in my professional, personal, and creative endeavors.

As the founder and president of Cleo’s Kittens Inc., I devote my free time to rescuing and rehabilitating cats in need. I share my life with my friends, two playful dogs, and eleven affectionate cats, all of whom inspire my work in their own special way.

The Nature Writer's Room

The Nature Writer's Room

Poem of the Week

Alone - Edgar Allan Poe

About the Author

My Essence

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The Nature Writer's Room

The Nature Writer's Room

Poem of the Week

Alone - Edgar Allan Poe

About the Author

My Essence

Contact Us

Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?

Find Me on Social Media

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