About me

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.

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. It’s often hard work. But I do enjoy the satisfaction that comes with having written.