When of elementary-school age, my sister and I earned our weekly allowance by writing short stories every week, one or two pages, that my father would ‘grade’ with us for spelling, originality, etc.; then he would he pay us 25 cents. My first paid writing gig, little did I know.
I grew up reading Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, Ray Bradbury, Robert A. Heinlein, Anne McCaffrey, Edger Allen Poe, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Charles Dickens, Marion Zimmer Bradley, D.H. Lawrence, Mary Stewart, J.R.R. Tolkien, Victoria Holt, Jane Austen, Georgette Heyer, and many, many others. They all took up space in my head and filled me with dreams.
I’ve kept journals off and on all of my life. Stories have always fed a part of my inner self, whether verbal, written or viewed. My every-day existence wouldn’t be the same without them. Storytellers like Robert Bly, Bill Cosby, Ellen DeGeneres, David Sedaris, and the many authors I’ve listed above, twist my brain with their profound, amusing, poignant or thoughtful points of view. I write because I too, have stories to share. My dream is to have people read those stories, and perhaps in the process feel inspired to tell their own.
I’m a mother, wife, sister, and daughter, have waited tables, been a dental assistant, teacher, journalist, gardener and architectural administrative assistant. I’ve traveled in Europe, New Zealand, and the US. I speak French and English fluently with a little Spanish on the side. I grew up in Florida, lived four years in Georgia before moving to Texas for eighteen years. For the moment, I once again find myself in Georgia.