My nose has been buried in a book my entire life. My mother would catch me, flashlight in hand, hiding under the covers to “finish this chapter.” A lifelong reader herself, she’d usually sigh, mutter something about how I’d ruin my eyes reading in the dark, and then leave me to it.
After all, she often stayed up past bedtime reading, too. She couldn’t judge.
For me, books are magic, so earning a BA in English Literature from Dickinson College was a perfect fit. It wasn’t a big jump from studying literature to teaching it, and I spent a few years as a high school English teacher.
When my first son was born, I finally got serious about putting fingers to keyboard, and I haven’t looked back since.
I have been humbled to be a finalist of both RWA’s prestigious RITA® and Golden Heart® contests. My writing has been awarded the Daphne du Maurier award, the PRISM award, and the Golden Leaf award.
And my first born? I caught him recently, up way past his bedtime, trying to hide the book he’d snuck into bed. I sighed and mumbled something about how he’d ruin his eyes reading in the dark.
Then, I walked away, grinning. After all, like my mother before me, I can’t judge.