Maurna was born in Los Angeles, CA in the summer of 1983. As a little girl, she aspired to be an “artist” though in third grade she wrote that she wanted to be an orthopedic surgeon and that her husband would be her secretary.
More of a reader than a writer, Maurna consumes more than she produces. She sleeps with about seven rotating books that are all being tackled about five minutes at a time. Most of her writing is in her many bound journals full of honest and often mortifying ruminations. In her death, one of her sisters knows these are to be destroyed.
This blog is partly a gift and partly penance. I hope it will be a kind of deliverance. I hope it will open things up. 🙂