Alice in Wonderland was my favorite book as a young girl. I searched endlessly on my family’s farm for a rabbit hole big enough to fit into. I was sure if I could just squeeze down one of those tunnels, I'd find a whole other world below my own. A world where I could shrink and grow at will and meet new friends no matter which path I chose to follow.
When the rabbit hole trick didn't work, I decided to make up my own version of Wonderland and started writing down all the stories in my head. I moved on to reading Laura Ingalls Wilder and Nancy Drew but I never left Alice's world for too long. To this day, I still have my oversized picture book of my favorite female adventurer.
In 4th grade, I wrote an essay about my dad that won second place in a school contest. My story was printed in our hometown newspaper and the moment I saw my story and byline, I was hooked. I realized at nine years old that not only could I write stories that my parents appreciated (thank you Mom for always telling me my stories were The Best You Ever Read), but I could write stories that other people liked too. Writing became a passion.
I met my husband Mark in grade school. I was terribly shy, but managed to ask him for his picture one day in 5th grade. He flatly refused. Embarrassed beyond words, I vowed to get him back. Our freshman year in college he fell madly in love with me. We've been married for over twenty years and I've enjoyed every minute of my revenge! Mark is a photographer and my web designer.
A business degree in marketing and a minor in English served me well in the corporate world, but after my twin sons were born, I left Big Business behind and went back to writing. I wrote essays about my kids and several were published in a family magazine.
The terrorist attacks of 9/11 forever changed my world. Life seemed out of control in the weeks following that day. The only way I could cope was to create a new Wonderland where I controlled what happened. I started writing fiction again. My first story was a mystery whose characters were based on my three best friends...what a hoot. Since then, I've written several more full-length novels. My series of Super Agents keeps me busy researching and writing about the CIA, FBI and DEA. A tough job when you’re a shy gal living in the Midwest, but as the saying goes, somebody’s got to do it. Yes, I have sources, and, no, I won’t name them.
Our family wouldn't be complete without Max, our Great Pyrenees/Golden Retriever mix. Max is my baby, although he outweighs me by at least twenty-five pounds. He hangs with me during the day when I'm writing and never fails to listen attentively when I'm using him to work out dialogue. Me: “Secret files, videotapes, blackmail. What else have you got up your sleeve?” Max stretches forward and pants in my face before giving me a big smooch. Me: “Ah, yes. Dog breath. How could I forget? The deadliest weapon of all.