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The only reason I'm not a native Texan is that my dad was in the Air Force when I was born and my native Texan parents were in Ohio then. They left Ohio when I was a year old, and I didn't go back for forty five years. My husband, sons and I drove past the access road and waved at the Air Force base when we were on the way back to Texas. We'd been visiting our daughter and son-in-law in Pittsburgh where he was in graduate school at the time.
That pretty much tells you about my family. Me, a spouse of thirty-plus years, a girl and two boys. The girl, and now the older boy, are both married, with children. Our younger son is in college now (on his third major, but this one ought to stick... we hope), so we're empty nesters, except for when the boy comes back for holidays and such. And, to be honest, I'm really enjoying it.
Like many writers, I started writing about the time I could compose a logical sentence, at about nine years old. But I can't remember a time when I wasn't playing make-believe, rearranging the world into something more exciting, more fun, more the way I wished it were. With me, of course, in the centre. It's not far from re-plotting books to put myself in the action to making up stories of my own, and not far from there to writing them down. I just kept going.
I've worked a lot of jobs in my checkered career, from junior college history instructor, to newspaper editorial staff (it's not hard to be the entire editorial staff when the paper comes out once a week), to paralegal for a rural prosecutor. Aside from being 'Mom', and 'Gigi' to the grandboys – the jobs that never end – I like writing books the best. I hope you enjoy reading them.