Just a small-town girl,
livin' in a lonely world...
I grew up on a dairy farm in the Pacific Northwest. Spent my formative years climbing trees, talking to cows, and perming my hair. Now I live in Montana, where cows still outnumber people. I'm a happy wifey and a mom to the third power (biological, adoptive, and foster).
I write contemporary fiction, and I've been writing for as long as I can remember. There was a time, when I was probably ten or so, when I composed a multi-page epic poem for my mom in celebration of Mother's Day. As I recall, the poem included several verses for each of the four seasons and there was something about a frolicking deer. Anyway, she pretended with all her heart to love that poem and for that I will always be thankful because I don't think I would be doing this today if she had thrown it in the garbage.
If you're wondering about the red shoes, my Grandma Julie started it. She gave me my first pair of red All Stars when I was little and I've been in love with them ever since. In fact, she gave all my siblings and cousins a pair, as well as my first two children, before she passed away. Now she wears her red shoes in heaven.
These feet belong to me, my son when he was 18 months old, and my grandma.