My Writing Story
I have a checkered past.
I may look like a grandmother, and it’s true I’m crazy nuts about my grandkids, but something else lurks inside me, and it's the heart of a rebel.
I learned to read at the age of four and was a bookworm throughout my life. Marriage (more than once) and becoming an unconventional mother raising two terrific kids never slowed those tendencies. Neither did my many jobs or ending up an adult student and eventually obtaining a master’s degree at the age of forty.
While searching for the right occupation, my reading slowly morphed into a writing hobby, which then became something approaching an addiction. Eventually, I succumbed to the only career I ever really wanted and became a writer. Better late than never, I’ve arrived.