I was born in California, requested transfer to Australia, and through a bureaucratic f*ck-up was dumped by the Universe in the middle of the Midwestern Plains. I'm a nonprofit professional who works too many hours, a mother, a sometimes world traveler, a neglectful housekeeper and a dreamer extraordinaire, and I write around the corners of all of this. My goal is to mother, travel, housekeep, etc. around the corners of my writing. I think that's a reasonable goal.
I recently started writing again after a 15-year hiatus and realized I had been a fool to stop. Why do we ever stop doing the things that make us feel alive?
I live with two phenomenal kids who delight and exhaust me, countless stacks of books and zero cats, which is two too few. Victims and pessimists irritate me. I believe we create our own experience of life and I've spent the better part of my life figuring out how to do a better job of that. I think I'm getting better at it.
