I always knew I wanted to write.  As a kid, way before the technology age hit, I'd be stuck in the car with the folks as we drove from our home on Staten Island, NY, where I was born and raised, to our family property in the Catskill Mountains. To drive away boredom, I would sit, staring out the window, and create adventures in my mind.

 

As the years passed, I'd start writing a book, then stop, then start again only to let life get in the way, never certain I could do this. My mom, a great lover of books told me if no one else read them, SHE would.

Still I procrastinated. Then my mom passed away and I lost my cheering squad and reading buddy. Her passing was an epiphany—a kick in the pants moment. If I waited any longer, all those wonderful characters in my head would never have their stories told, and that made me sad. And I didn't want to let Mom down. So, I finally finished writing that first one.

Once I started, it became apparent nothing would ever stop me again.

 

I live near the North Georgia mountains on what I like to call a farm, with my husband and almost adult kids, a Cairn Terrier, two black cats, one evil tuxedo cat and fish.