A little about me…
Born in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, I made the mutual decision with the South to part ways when I was twenty-three-years old. Fixated on moving to a place with less sun, higher mountains and more possibility, I sent out over 100 resumes (in the age where this meant licking 100+ envelopes) to companies in the Pacific Northwest. I finally answered an ad in the newspaper for a small company I had never heard of—Microsoft. For a computer science/math major, it seemed like a good fit, but I quickly learned I was never the smartest person in the room. That said, I could make eye contact and complete sentences, which back then was a rare set of talents in the Systems Development team.
Along the way, I met my now husband, a gem of a man. I’d be working 80-hour weeks and when it was possible for me to secure a free weekend, he’d pick me up Friday afternoon, the car loaded with skis, where I’d promptly fall asleep. I’d wake to glorious snow and him handing me skis, freshly waxed. We’d ski beautifully groomed trails at some lovely rural cross country ski area and then I’d fall back asleep as he drove to the next stop.
After twenty years, I left Microsoft and we took another road trip through the Canadian Kootenays. This time I stayed awake. We fell in love with the small mountain top town of Rossland. In this wilderness wonderland, I spent my days biking, skiing, hiking, kayaking. But then I’d return to our quiet house. It was in this quiet I was able to discover my love for writing. Always one to commandeer a dinner party with a funny vignette, I realized that even if I had no idea how to write (beyond corporate email – I rock at that), I felt I had something to say. I started taking classes, working with developmental editors, and eventually a few of my stories got published. I am now working on finding an agent for my debut novel where three couples form a Covid-19 bubble… and then badly misbehave. Fingers crossed!
Check out my published fiction
And the start of my nonfiction collection