Writing is a passion for me, although I seriously began writing in the last year. I remember wanting to write a book when I was in the 4th grade, and my first written story was a little romance placed in Hawaii. What does a nine year old from a small town in Pennsylvania know about romance or Hawaii?
Through the years I have written articles for local and state papers, newsletters for my church, and boxes of journals. Now I'm ready for something bigger.
My husband and I have been married forty-two years, we have two children, three grandchildren, two Boston Terriers, a Siamese cat, and my elderly parents who have lived in our home almost fifteen years. I spent many years after our children left home sculpting dolls from polymer clay and have had a contract with a company who manufactured my life-size baby dolls in vinyl and marketed them through HSN in Europe.
I have spent a great deal of time in cities around the country like NYC, Washington, DC, San Francisco and LA attending international doll shows. I have talked to many well known doll collectors and have made friends around the world. All of these experiences are fodder for stories and I'm ready to write them, especially ones related to living with elderly parents!
My passion is ...
Writing and my grandchildren.
I know too much about ...
ugliness in the world.
My parents always told me ...
if you're going to do something, do it well.
My childhood ambition ...
to be a writer.
My favorite memory ...
moon light ice skating on a pond in Colorado with my family.
Why I write ...
to encourage my readers.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
I'm reading Karen Kingsbury, William Law (1700's), watching American Idol and Castle, and listening to Yanni!
My first job ...
making those cute curls on the top of Dairy Queen ice cream cones.
My best moment ...
Winning an international doll award.
My inspiration ...
my maternal grandmother who always loved unconditionally and listened intently.
Families often have traditions strictly adhered to for planning Easter egg hunts, and our family is no different. The first tradition involves taking the ladder to the garage, dragging down the box labeled "Easter" and blowing off the dust. Back in the house everything comes out of the box to take stock of the inventory. Stacked on the kitchen table are baskets of all sizes and shapes, numerous colors of cellophane grass, the carefully wrapped candy dish from great grandma with a bunny attached to the lid, wire shapes for dipping eggs, the crocheted girl and boy bunnies (the girl lost one ...
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