Welcome to The Southern Eclectic Creative

Hi! I’m Becky. I’m a writer, Life and Health Coach, musician, and a multi-faceted creative.

A what?

I’m a multi-faceted creative: someone who enjoys a variety of creative outlets.

Click on each to learn more.


Click here to learn more



I began my creative venture as a pre-schooler when my mother handed me a church attendance card and a pencil one Sunday morning and quietly asked me to draw a picture. From there I went to kindergarten and enjoyed art as well as music. That is until January parent-teacher conferences.

According to my mother, during the conversation the kindergarten teacher asked my mother if she could identify which of the tempra painted snowmen was mine. My mother looked around the walls at each of the pictures but couldn’t identify mine. The teacher was surprised because mine was the only snowman that consisted of only two snowball sections.

Why was that a problem?

Because I hadn’t followed directions. Art, for my kindergarten teacher, was not about artistic expression at all. It was about following directions. It was the same with my first grade teacher: the grass should be green and colored up and down because grass grows up and down; the sky should be colored blue and colored back and forth.

After that, I refused to register for any art classes until I hit college when we had to participate in a certain number of humanities courses.

Music entered my life from day one. I came from a musical family so dinner at every gathering was preceeded by grace being sung. If it was someone’s birthday, the “Birthday Song” was sung as well.

I sang with the church choir and then both the junior high school and high school choirs. Music included piano lessons starting when I was in third grade, and when the school district began the “Music In Our Schools” program for fifth and sixth grades, I learned to play the violin. Today, I consider myself a street-musician. Right now, I play during First Fridays on the town square as long as the heat and humidity are not unbearable or it is not raining.

I wrote and “directed” my first play in sixth grade, and then in seventh grade I began to audition for school productions.