About Me

I am a dreamer.

My earliest memories are of make believe and pretend. I could play for hours on end with little or no interaction from other humans. In fact, I often preferred the solitude–easier to control, direct and create when alone. I imagined careers for my Barbie dolls. I envisioned weddings and households and friendships and dating. I conjured adventures and experiences which required bravery and daring. (I possess neither.)

My other memories are of reading. When given the “Dick and Jane” books, I distinctly remember thinking: Is this the best you can give me? I lived for trips to the library. The smells will stay with me forever. I can walk into any library as an adult and be instantly transported back in time to that little library in Galveston, Indiana. The older the library the better. I’m not sure what goes into the mix of that distinctive library smell–dust, mildew, humans–but it is like no other smell in the world. And the instant I smell the “library smell,” I am at peace.

Once I was old enough to put two and two together, I blended my love of reading with my ever active and vigorous imagination. I wrote my first play in 7th grade. My brother and I conducted numerous “Christmas Musicales” for our tolerant and oft-times snickering family. I wrote newspaper articles. I wrote short stories. In school, I was irritated by the teachers’ restraints on my free-flowing creativity. I did not want to form my words into such precisness. Eventually, I gave in and conformed to their way of writing, saving my true creativity for after school.

Writing has become an especially tricky endeavor as I must now factor in a husband, two elementary aged kids, a dog, and a cat. Fortunately for me, my husband supports my writing whole heartedly and does his best to steer the masses out of my office when “mom’s working on her book.”

I was born in Indiana, then proceeded to move frequently with my family. I was a General Motors Brat. Between Kindergarten and college graduation, I went to eight schools and three colleges. Moving was in my blood. I have lived in Indianapolis, Detroit, Boston, Washington, D.C., Tampa, Jacksonville, Atlanta, Chicago, Orlando and now back to Indianapolis.

I had hoped to live in Florida forever. Perhaps I will, but for now, I am here and I am happy. In the meantime, I continue my dreams and my incessant love of reading. One day, soon, I hope, I shall combine the two and turn it into a profitable business for myself.

One can always dream!