I know I look like a grandmother, and I might adore my grandkids beyond imagination, but inside lurks the heart of a rebel.
From my days as a hippy, to becoming a “rabid feminist” and Pitney Bowes’ first female hire in their service department, to beginning college in my thirties and obtaining a Master’s degree in a year, to working in Juvenile Justice, Big Brother’s Big Sisters, foster care and hospice, I have been writing.
I thought I was looking for the right career and my writing was an interesting hobby. Only now as a grandmother do I understand all those jobs were only research to inform my fiction, the only career I secretly ever wanted.
I’ve been married to the same man for forty-four years and haven’t killed him yet. My son and daughter are two sober, highly conservative, law-abiding, and tax-paying adults who I’m enormously proud of, and the producers (with their spouses) of the four grandkids I’m totally, crazy nuts about.