Yep, that's me above. I spent my childhood summers on the shores of the Delaware River in my beloved Keystone State, Pennsylvania. Each day ended the same way it began - me, my boat, my book, and my brick. Why the brick? It was my anchor - ironic really, since my mind was miles, continents, even galaxies away from where I bobbed up and down, back and forth, rocking against the waves. While books were my escape, so too were they my harbor: waves of letters, pools of words, currents of stories.
So I knew from an early age I wanted to write. Yet somewhere between being a child and becoming an adult, I stopped trusting in my own words, and instead, started believing in those of others. It's funny how just a few letters arranged just the right way can change someone's outlook, can set them on a course they had never envisioned. If my journey has taught me anything it's that words have power - seismic shifting power. So instead of bucking the wave, I'm ready to ride it, all its ebbs and flows.
And that girl in the boat? (Yes, the one with the bad perm). Well she's still here (without the poodle mop I can assure you). Her thirst for the written word? Never quite quenched. But it's no longer just me at the helm. My crew has expanded..
I'm a working mom to two chatty, there-must-be-ants-in-their-pants boys. I'm married to my best friend and high school sweet heart. And the shutterbug behind that photo - my mom - is and always will be the personal heroine in my real-life, un-Hollywood story.
I hold a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science from the George Washington University and a Masters of Public Policy from Georgetown University. I have a rewarding career as a policy analyst in public health, which is just a fancy way of saying that I crunch numbers for a living and then write about them.
At night, after my kids are asleep, I put the left side of my brain in time out, and invite the right one out to play. I use the next two or more hours to swim in my ideas, stroking my fingers across the keyboard—letter by letter, word by word, sentence by sentence. And before I know it, a character crests to the surface, a landscape looms on the horizon, and a story - my story - breaks.
So I knew from an early age I wanted to write. Yet somewhere between being a child and becoming an adult, I stopped trusting in my own words, and instead, started believing in those of others. It's funny how just a few letters arranged just the right way can change someone's outlook, can set them on a course they had never envisioned. If my journey has taught me anything it's that words have power - seismic shifting power. So instead of bucking the wave, I'm ready to ride it, all its ebbs and flows.
And that girl in the boat? (Yes, the one with the bad perm). Well she's still here (without the poodle mop I can assure you). Her thirst for the written word? Never quite quenched. But it's no longer just me at the helm. My crew has expanded..
I'm a working mom to two chatty, there-must-be-ants-in-their-pants boys. I'm married to my best friend and high school sweet heart. And the shutterbug behind that photo - my mom - is and always will be the personal heroine in my real-life, un-Hollywood story.
I hold a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science from the George Washington University and a Masters of Public Policy from Georgetown University. I have a rewarding career as a policy analyst in public health, which is just a fancy way of saying that I crunch numbers for a living and then write about them.
At night, after my kids are asleep, I put the left side of my brain in time out, and invite the right one out to play. I use the next two or more hours to swim in my ideas, stroking my fingers across the keyboard—letter by letter, word by word, sentence by sentence. And before I know it, a character crests to the surface, a landscape looms on the horizon, and a story - my story - breaks.