You’re here, so I assume you want to know a little about my books and me. The best way to get to know me is to read my books. A little of me comes out through my characters.

My mother, like Layla’s mother, was a helicopter mom. Jacob, the protagonist in Blame, inherited some excessive compulsive behaviors. There’s always hand sanitizer in my purse. Like Squirrel, I love trees. My family owned sugar bushes and sold maple syrup. You can’t make maple syrup without maple trees any more than you can eat oranges without orange groves, so I’m a tree hugger. In Backpack Blues: Inspire the Fire Within, my poem “Celine Fontaine” condemns man’s destruction of our environment.

I’ll never forget what it was like to be a spaghetti-legged teen living in the sticks, trying to fit in with the popular crowd. Grades were somewhat important to me. I wanted to get accepted to college so I could escape the poultry farm. In all my books, the characters face loneliness and alienation. Don’t we all? My mantra is “Don’t think for a minute teenagers go through high school unscathed.” Through reading, I traveled to exciting locations, fled my mundane life, and controlled my destiny.

Like all of us, my characters have quirks. Their eccentricities show most in Silent Screams. Like the girls in my novels, I dated an athlete. I met my husband, Barry, while serving as the batgirl for his college baseball team. However, unlike the girls in my first three books, I love sports. One year in high school, I was female athlete of the year. While at Castleton State College, I played field hockey. I’m a pacifist who’d like to see a woman president. Injustice often prompts me to write. Bigotry upsets me. #MeToo.

Reading Henry David Thoreau’s essays taught me to travel to the beat of a different drummer, so I butt heads with conformists who accept things because that’s how they’ve always been done. That’s why I salute the Parkland students’ Road to Change and March For Our Lives movements. The enthusiasm of these young activists is contagious. Hopefully, they’ll force change.

I loved teaching. My students kept me young. Many of my former students are Facebook friends. They taught me as much as I taught them. My books are their stories, with a few of my vulnerabilities thrown into the pages.

Today, pickleball is my sport of choice. For our age group, my husband and I make a fearsome doubles team. We’re also both avid readers. We love to play pinochle with our son and his wife. The blackjack poems in my Backpack Blues remind me of my dad, a WWII marine. He taught me to play blackjack, other card games, and checkers when our family needed a source of amusement. We didn’t have video games.

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