Meet the Author
 

In my childhood home, we didn’t have books, take trips to the library, or subscribe to magazines. Reading was not encouraged, or even mentioned. While in college, however, I fell in love with the written word. Then life distracted me. Seventeen years passed before I dared try writing.

At thirty-five I began this new journey. After tucking the children into bed, I’d write into the early morning hours. Fatigue elbowed gourmet meals aside. The words, “Would you like a lemon-basil marinade on your chicken?” soon turned to, “What would you like on your hotdog?” Scrapbook pictures piled up along with the laundry. Hairstyles and cosmetics became optional. I pecked at the keyboard night after night and soon had my first fifty pages in hand. They felt like the start of something real.

This new world beckoned and, surprisingly, writing came naturally. I looked at life through a writer’s eyes and listened with a writer’s ears. I pulled out threads from all of life’s experiences and wove them into a rich tapestry. In those late hours, my words opened windows and I flew into a long denied horizon.

Recently, I married a man who shares my passion for writing. My husband and I immerse ourselves in reality during the day, but each night escape to worlds we create.  Afterwards, Michael and I sit on the porch drinking coffee and talking about literature, our novels, and our children. With our blended family, we’ve firmly planted ourselves in O’Fallon, Missouri.

I’d like to think of this as my final destination. It certainly feels like home.