I write fiction unless, of course, it’s not.
Because eternal truths float. I write to give them air, to give them breath, to give them life.
And, somewhere along the way, fiction and non-fiction bleed together.
I am a writer of fiction unless, of course, it’s not.
I am a writer.
I have worked in Fortune 500 companies in positions dealing with systems analysis/project management, human resources, employee relations, and affirmative action. I also owned my own 28-room inn with my husband where we raised our children in the beauty of the Berkshire mountains. After surviving cancer, I switched gears and, during my studies for a master’s in history and non-Western cultures, I focused on water rights and resources and completed a thesis on the Doctrine of Discovery and land issues in Indian country. Born in the Philippines to chronic expat parents, I have lived in too many places to name and now live in Texas Hill Country with my husband, two gypsy-hearted kids, three dogs with far too much character, cows, chickens, a horse, and a swarm of transient kamikaze hummingbirds. I am a proud descendant of the Thunder Clan of the Ho-Chunk Nation.