For days, this page read: "This is where I will write about myself." It surprises how much I agonized about what to put here given that I can change it in an instant, at any time! Talk about silliness. But alas, I have my reason:

You matter to me. This is my moment to show you I want you here. I want you to stay awhile and come back often.

I can't see you and I might not know you, but I chose to trust that something about us has you here reading this. And I take it to heart. Completely. To me that means that the story on this page is a h u g e deal. I treasure curiosity. Thank you for being here.

My first memory of my love affair with books was going to the library in elementary school. If memory serves, we would go one day a week, as a class, for two or three hours. I was lucky because I went to a big, fancy school then, a K-12 in La Jolla, California. It was a large campus with a double door-ed library. It was the 1970s, so the architecture had modern, geo lines made of steel and wood. I can vividly picture those doors. Were they actually thirty feet tall like I see in my mind's eye? With ten foot long steel door handles? I hope so!

I worshiped the librarian in the "beginning reader" section. She looked exactly like Thelma from Scooby Doo! Glasses. Short red hair. Turtleneck and skirts. Buster brown-like shoes. It was there in third grade, I believe, that I won my first and only writing contest for the Best Bookmark! My slogan? Wait for it . . . "Reading is Fun!" and I think I drew a caterpillar on it. They made glossy bookmarks and gave them to every student who checked out a book! I was thrilled! We, the winners from each grade,  had our photo taken for the yearbook. I can feel the excitement and the awe of it vivdly. "Me? You thought mine was the best? Me?" I know now, with all my heart, that the librarian knew a serious reader when she saw one, and wanted to honor that. And for me, this was a turning point. A subtle one, but it made me proud that my talent was reading. I never stopped.

As I exposed myself in sports or dancing, or heaven forbid, the written word, I did not meet rewards and accolades. I may have received some here and there, but what I remember more are the losses, the failures, the missing chances, the rejections and the flat out, "you are not good enough" messaging that came at me, at all of us, when we put ourselves, "out there". What is that? It's okay! It's absolutely okay.

I didn't arrive with any natural talent with the written word. I don't receive whole story downloads or uploads. I failed a lot before I got here, and will fail a lot more. I write because I love it. I write to uncover truth. I write to share. And I am willing to learn what I don't know. I am willing to try what doesn't work. Because I know that from there, I will discover what speaks to others and inspires them to want more for themselves.

I write to figure out what I think and to let go of my fear by gaining my truth.

Because I know above all us, I am the stories I tell. And I want them to be good ones.

So, I study. I research. I develop tools for writing. I write. I take criticism. I cry. I relax. I let go. I adjust. I begin again. I get better. I repeat. Always I seek to get the voice of my soul onto the page. That's why I created this website and why I write books . . . to open myself to more of the world, so more of the world can open itself more to me.


I'm honored and tickled with shivers that you are here.


Professional Credits



I graduated Valedictorian and Outstanding Graduate from the University of Colorado at Boulder with a Bachelor’s of Science in News Writing, earned a certificate as a Holistic Nutrition Educator from Bauman College, and was awarded my Master of Arts for Fiction Writing from Seton Hill University.

I worked in the world of healthcare computing from marketing intern and to alpha/beta installer (that means you take untested software to hospitals and install it---back then from frigging TAPE (think cassettes, if you can) and cross your fingers the system comes back up--we had about a 25% average success rate in those days--GREAT training for the failures and rejections I faced as a writer!) Prior to my departure from that world, I had made it to Product Manager, responsible for a huge line of applications for doctors and nurses, a dream job that I had wished for a decade prior when I met the Product Manager for MS Word when I was an intern at Microsoft in the early 90s. But I simply wasn't getting enough time to write in the corporate world so I went out on my own as a Project Manager and Testing Specialist consultant. A lucrative decade later, I "retired" to write full time. I was 42.

I had the privilege to partner with Teffanie White, author of Dirt and president of pictureless books, to create several inspirational alphabet books. I am also a proud contributing writer to the award-winning textbook for writers, Many Genres, One Craft.

I wrote articles for magazines and newspapers, and landed a contributing role with 831 magazine where I wrote food articles, interviewed food experts, and had a standing nutrition humor column counting down “Top 8” for a variety of wellness topics, including 8 Ways to Cure a Hangover, Top 8 Excuses for Eating Really Bad Food and 8 Ways to Cure Insomnia.

All along the way, I co-founded a company called, Storyteller Ink with my literary agent, Anjanette Fennell. We teach writers story and to nurture writers as they find their process and their voice and, most important, complete their book. I do it because I could not find this kind of help when I needed it most and it nearly devastated me. Writing is not a solo adventure. You need someone to have your back and teach you what you do not know from a place of love and encouragement. I am compelled to offer what I could not find. I am fierce in my protection and devotion to writers. Everyone is a writer. Yes. You. Your friends. Your family. You sweetheart. Everyone.

Because story is the way we live our lives.

People are discovering that their story, and how they tell it, matters more than anything. This is the time of story. And I am alive and part of it. Lucky, lucky me.