People often ask if I always wanted to be a writer. I suppose the answer is yes and no. Yes, I was writing stories, worked as the society editor at a small newspaper, and wrote poems now and then—but that didn’t mean I was a writer. God had called me to be a music missionary to Mexico at summer camp. Life—and God—kept pushing me in the direction of writing until I finally embraced it.
I was born in New Hampshire during the baby boom and spent most of my growing-up years in New England. We settled in Maine when I was nine, and the Pine Tree state will always be home to me. The only child of a single mom, I grew up in a household of three women who doted on me.
I left Maine for good when I went to Northeastern Bible College in Essex Fells, New Jersey and earned my Bachelor of Church Music degree. After graduation, I followed my former roommate and her husband to Southwestern Baptist Seminary in Ft. Worth. My straight forward life plan crashed when I was kicked out of the Master of Music program. They had the gall to tell me I didn’t play piano well enough!
I still play piano for church groups that visit the nursing home, in spite of my arthritic fingers. When I’m happy, I sing. In fact, lately I’ve even started writing music.
After that disappointment, I could have continued in music theory, or a Master of Church music. Instead, I transferred to the religious education school and got married. Two children later, I finished the degree.
I had married an Okie born and bred and we moved there from Texas. Shortly after we left Oklahoma for Colorado, we divorced. I’d always dreamed of the Rocky Mountains, and they didn’t disappoint. They gave me the same thrill as the rocky shores of Maine, and I felt I had found my second home.
I began writing daily in the wake of the divorce. Often it was my lifeline as I took care of two children struggling with the aftermath of a difficult separation. In spite of a rough patch in his teens, my son has grown into a wonderful man of God. My daughter didn’t fare as well. She struggled with Borderline Personality Disorder, which made our lives a moment-by-moment trial. In the end, she took her own life.
Through it all, God was faithful. Through it all, I kept writing.
It took fourteen years to get a book in . After Romanian Rhapsody came out in 2005, I didn’t get another contract until 2007. Since then, I’ve had had over 130 titles (stand alones, anthologies, and collections) published. I also write a syndicated column in several senior newspapers. I write regularly for magazines such as Pastor Resources, MTL Magazine, and On a Mission. Next summer Old Schoolhouse will publish my writing curriculum for homeschooled high schoolers.
After my daughter’s death, I returned to Oklahoma to be near my son and his family. Grandchildren calling! I live near my son Jaran’s family: his wife Shelley, and those precious grandchildren: Savannah, Shannon and her baby Brilynn, Jordan and Isaiah. Health problems dictated that I move into a nursing home, where I continue to write full-time.
Represented by Terrie Wolf at AKA Literary Management.
About My Poetry
Most recently, I’ve rediscovered poetry. The highlight so far of the warm reception my poems is earning high placement for my poem, Dandelions, in a Writer’s Digest poetic form competition (publication worthy at #3) I’m now offering that poetic skill to my readers. If you have a special event, person, or memory you wish to commemorate, click below for information of Poetry Just For You. While you’re there, check out the poetry designs available for purchase.