The members of my writers’ group tell me that typical writers suffer through unhappy childhoods providing them with vast amounts of material about which they can write. Unfortunately for my writing aspirations, I suppose, I had an atypically happy childhood, growing up in Kalamazoo (really), Michigan. The oldest of three, I lorded it over my younger sister and brother, and enjoyed all the perks of a Midwestern upbringing. Family vacations in our pink (yes, pink!) station wagon, a cottage on a lake, sparklers on the Fourth of July, a neighborhood full of kids who played kick-the-can every night after supper. And most of all, a mom and dad who supported us in all of our endeavors. 

My dad was a lawyer and he did lawyerly things while my mom was a housewife who kept busy with any number of civic activities as well as playing a mean game of golf.

I graduated from University High School in Kalamazoo and went on to graduate from the University of Michigan with a degree in English Literature. This didn’t lead me down any particular career path so I got married and settled down to raise two wonderful, brilliant children, Chris, the oldest, an airline pilot, and Kathy, a photographer. Excellent career choices which have provided me with free travel and a lot of great pictures.

My husband of many years (the exact number is given out only on a need-to-know basis) and I live in Stow, Ohio, where we fend off insults because we are University of Michigan grads and fierce Wolverine fans in Ohio State Buckeye territory.

Our biggest joys are the kids and our granddaughter, Alyssa, who is adorable and funny and promises to take me to the “Easy Life” when she is old enough to drive me there. I believe this entails raising wild horses in Montana which by my definition is NOT the easy life, but what do I know?

My favorite things are... in no particular order: