When I was in high school, my expository composition teacher told me I was “an OK writer,” but I shouldn’t “try to make a living at it.” Four years later, after earning a BA in English, I didn’t set out on my corporate communications career to prove that teacher wrong, but I did like writing enough to spend my days working on newsletters, brochures, news releases, and website content. In other words, I made a pretty good living as a writer. I wish I could tell you I courageously turned my back on corporate America to pursue my dream of becoming a novelist, of writing creatively, of telling my own stories instead of the ones that fit my employer’s PR narrative. The truth is, I’ve come to this debut novelist stage relatively late in life, after experiencing burn out, getting laid off, and becoming a stay-at-home mom. My son is now a college graduate, and my first novel, The House on Harding Street, is coming out soon, published by Atmosphere Press.

I've written a second novel that's still a work in progress, and you can find links to my short stories under the Portfolio link.