I grew up in Duxbury, Massachusetts, a small town on Boston’s South Shore. In our house, there were two parents, two girls, one boy, and one very protective German Shepherd. I was a huge fan of books, dogs, and the Boston Red Sox, but I also loved hockey, ballet, and playing the flute.
My family lived on a cul-de-sac with lots of kids and dogs. In the winter, the whole neighborhood gathered to skate on the cranberry bog. And when school got out, we’d be at the beach all summer long.
Even though I devoured books, I never thought I’d become a writer. I went to college in New York City where I majored in math and went on to business school. After graduation, I moved to San Francisco and spent many years helping non-profit organizations make the world a better place.
When I became a mom, I read to my kids the same books I’d loved when I was young. I realized those books were more than just stories – they were part of my life.
Our family read hundreds of books together, old and new. Whether they made us laugh or kept us guessing, those books gave us the power to wonder or understand or look at the world in new ways.
Some time after we moved back to Massachusetts, I caught the writing bug and learned all I could about the craft. When I noticed our dog’s frantic behavior during a recent move, an idea was born. Now I write stories in the voice of a dog named Fenway, connecting my past and my present every day.
I live with my husband and family on the outskirts of Boston where my dog and I are always on the lookout for delivery trucks. And squirrels.