I enjoy writing mysteries, romance, sci fi, and humor. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes mixed together. I've yet to reach my goal of walking into my local bookstore and seeing my book on the shelf but I'm having a wonderful time on the journey - meeting new characters, discovering stories, and capturing memories. I've also disconvered the fun of writing short stories and the pleasure of having some of them published in anthologies and magazines.
I was born near Boston (never mind when) and I'm a die hard Red Sox fan. From a family of die hard Red Sox fans. I watched the Sox win the 2004 World Series with my dad on the house phone cheering in my right ear, my son on the cell phone cheering in my left ear and me frantically e-mailing my uncle on my laptop. The 2007 and 2013 wins were pretty sweet, too. My husband is a Tiger fan but I try not to hold it against him.
I lived in Los Angeles for six years but couldn't get used to the climate. I mean, Christmas lights on Yucca plants? Bell-ringing Santa's in shorts and sandals? Come on!
We live in southwest Ohio now. Landed here because of Wright Patterson Air Force Base. Still here because this is where our kids settled and where my grandkids are.
For the twenty years, I was the head of the computer department at the local chapter of the American Red Cross. It's a pretty interesting job but even more so were the national disasters I got to deploy on as a volunteer. I went to Florida the year of the four back-to-back hurricanes. Went down to help after the first one and ended up riding out the second in a shelter. I was in the first wave of volunteers for Katrina. Shelter manager for 100 evacuees in a community center with no showers and two toilets. I also worked the respite center at ground zero after 9/11. Those are memories I wish I could forget.
I'm a big animal lover, domestic and wild. All my dogs are rescues and I love making new fur-friends. I might write some gruesome murders but I won't hurt an animal, even in a story.
I have a great mind for trivia. Friends call me all the time with obscure questions like, "We know the Lone Ranger's horse was named Silver but what was the name of Tonto's horse?" And all those stupid Shakespeare speeches we had to memorize in high school? Still in there. ("Oh, pardon me thou bleeding piece of earth that I am meek and gentle with these butchers…") It bothers me a little. Think of all the important stuff I could remember if I could clean out all that junk.
Okay, let's wrap up with a few things I've done, that I'm glad I did, but have no desire to do again. Ever.
Celebrated New Year's Eve in Times Square.
Served as Cubmaster for a Cub Scout Pack (for three years)
Took an adult tap dancing class and performed in the end of year recital. With the kiddies. In stage make-up. And a short red fru fru costume with (gasp) sequins. Therapy may be required. For the audience, too.