Growing up, I imagined myself as many things (a nurse, a teacher, even a secretary) but I never imagined myself as a writer, despite the fact that I grew up in an exceptionally creative family. Everyone in my family, it seemed, had some special talent. Everyone, except me.
I tried everything from rug-hooking and needlepoint to scrapbooking and sewing, but nothing stuck. Maybe my sisters were right, I began to think. Maybe I really was adopted. Maybe my parents just lucked out and got a kid who looked exactly like their seven previous daughters. Or, maybe, I hadn’t yet found my talent.
I wrote my first book by accident. I sat down to journal my thoughts, and four hours later I’d written the first 30 pages of what would become my first novel. I wrote the entire book in secret, telling not even my husband. I wanted to keep all the joy I’d discovered in writing to myself. I finally came out of the closet and told him, and he’s been my biggest fan since.
While my books include elements of romance and spirituality, the main story revolves around a strong parent-child bond, a reflection of the bond I shared with my own parents. My stories will inspire love, hope and the possibility of happily ever after.
I grew up in Park Forest, Illinois—twice an All-American City—in a hectic and chaotic but loving family. After graduating from Loyola University of Chicago with a Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration (major in Accounting), I said goodbye to snow shovels and ice scrapers and followed my parents out to California.
I currently live in Sacramento with my husband, my step-daughter and our four furry children. I still have my day job—for now—but spend most of my free time writing.