I was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, the fourth of five children. When I was five we moved to a very small town where we lived out in the country in a house on a hill at the end of a half-mile long driveway. Because the school bus picked us up at the road, we did lots of running to catch it. My love of running started way back then.
Before I was up and running I hung out in a playpen. A lot. My mom is still wracked with guilt because she thinks my time in “the pen” is to blame for all the staring I did growing up (in public she’d poke me and whisper, “Quit staring.”). I prefer to believe I stared because I was a writer in the making. These days I’m more discreet in my people-watching, but it’s my favorite form of research and I’ll never quit.
I’ve always loved books and thought if I became a librarian I’d be paid to read all day. It was quite a disappointment to learn otherwise. Over the years I’ve had an assortment of jobs including visual inspector in a canning factory, personal assistant to a blind woman, dishwasher, voter registration registrar, cashier in a fancy clothing store, teacher, recycling center tour guide, and mom.
Right about the time my younger child turned one I decided it was time to write a novel. Because, you know, I wasn’t busy enough with a toddler and baby. I wrote in secret and loved disappearing into a world that didn’t include temper tantrums and poopy diapers.
I now live in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and no longer write in secret. Because I’ve always most enjoyed reading novels about real people who handle life much as I do (without swords or magic spells), those are the kinds of stories I write: contemporary middle-grade and young adult fiction. I write, trail-run, bird, hoop dance, practice yoga, take lots of photos, and read lots of books.
I also hang out with my two dogs and two cats.