I grew up lots of places, but the places that made me were in rural western Pennsylvania. Often, I have lived near railroad tracks. Almost always, I have lived near the woods. When I was twenty, I was fired from my job as a telemarketer. This was a wonderful thing, but because I was young and didn’t know this, I cried and went to Canada.
While working as a kitchen helper, a dish washer, a child care worker, a school secretary, a coach, a life guard, a landscaper, a janitor, and a house parent, I earned an honour’s degree in English Literature from Queen’s University, Kingston. I worked as a teacher for fifteen years, preferring the ups and downs of grade 7 and 8 students to the joys and trials of any other. While teaching, my husband and I began bearing children at an alarming rate. Remarkably close to my thirty-eighth birthday, I quit my job as a teacher to become a writer.
I am currently raising four book loving, tree climbing, bug catching kids with my husband on a small homestead. I write. I read. I jot unending book ideas, and with great joy, I write.