Middle child. Less than two years separating me from either sister. That psychological detail alone explains diversionary worlds. There’s more…
Immigrant parents. Yes. England counts. My father, the Limey, mowed our patch of suburban-Detroit grass in a dress shirt, Bermuda shorts, knee-high socks, and brown leather lace-ups. To this day, “Have a cup of tea,” is my mother’s remedy for all ailments—emotional or physical. Yep. Immigrant parents.
Foreign born. Canada counts too. I have the birth certificate and crazy Canuck relations to prove it.
Bachelor’s degree – Michigan State University
Master’s degree – California State University, Long Beach
A year abroad – Paris and Nice
Corporate America – ten years in the travel industry aWendy2cp
Family life – wonderful husband and two smart boys
Here’s the big confession (besides the fact that I’m not a natural blond): I didn’t start writing until I was—gasp—forty. A health scare (years of “migraine-esque” headaches that have never truly been diagnosed) spurred me to chase a long-secret dream. I’d always been fascinated by story, movies included, but circumstances necessitated a more steady source of income in my twenties and early thirties. When my youngest son slumped off for a full day of school, I began a book. That first effort was awful, but I was fueled by the process. I would write two more practice novels and take writing courses via the UCLA Writers’ Extension Program and the University of Iowa Summer Writing Festival before selling a manuscript. I contend now that I have a perfect-storm background for this career: a strong work ethic learned growing up in the hard-scrabble ‘burbs of Detroit followed by twenty years in creatively fueled L.A. I currently reside in the Des Moines area.
When not writing, I’m busy raising two boys (ages 16 and 18), and I play as much tennis as my schedule and overused right arm will allow.