I was born…
in 1968 in Concord, New Hampshire. That makes me old. Really old. I know I’m old because I go to bed before my children.
If I’d been a boy…
my name would have been Andrew. While I acted like a tomboy, I definitely looked like a girl. Except perhaps in this picture…
When I was little…
I spent a lot of time sitting on my swing and daydreaming. I also enjoyed staring at cloud formations, searching for four-leaf clovers, and watching cars drive past on the highway, wondering where they were going—all rather dreamy, meditative pursuits that served as perfect training for a future writer.
As a child…
I was chubby, quiet, and had a gap between my front teeth. But I didn’t mind.
As a teenager…
I was chubby, quiet, and had a gap between my front teeth. But boy, did I mind! I stopped smiling with my mouth open altogether.
As an adult…
I’m chubby, quiet, have a gap between my front teeth, AND have wrinkles and several grey hairs. But I don’t mind a bit. Neither do the people who love me.
The people who love me are…
my husband and two daughters. We live in North Yorkshire, England.
In addition to being a writer, I have worked…
as a pantyhose inspector, an English teacher in Taiwan, a tour director, a librarian, and for a Russian comedian.
Some of the things I enjoy are…
dancing, swimming, hiking, traveling, eating, and being right. I love being right. I’ve been known to place bets when I know I’m right. My last bet won me an ice cream maker. (I told you I like eating!)
Some of the things I don’t enjoy are…
cooking, cleaning, paragliding, and writing. Yes, that’s right. Writing. I don’t enjoy it at all. Most days it’s plain old hard work. What I do enjoy is the satisfaction that comes with having written. But actually doing it? Forget it!