A Personal Note
To begin with, I was born in Des Moines, Iowa. When I was three months old my parents decided to leave the nest of our Scandinavian farm families and go West to the mountains of Colorado, so I consider myself a Colorado native (or close enough). From lutefisk to lefse to “Uff da!” my mother never let us forget our Norwegian heritage. I grew up with horses, dogs, cats, caged birds, hamsters, and even a piranha I kept in a tank in my bedroom (affectionately named Killer), who all kept us in good spirits even when times weren’t so good.
I started college at Colorado State University in Fort Collins, planning on going to veterinary school as I believed the conventional wisdom that pursuing a writing career would only result in a secretarial job. I then transferred to the University of Colorado in Boulder and married when I was barely old enough to order a drink. In those days I worked a variety of jobs: waitress, stablehand, janitor, freelance writer — and yes, secretary. The marriage was troubled but I had the chance to travel to Europe, and I had two marvelous sons who to this day are the light of my life. The marriage ended and I put myself through grad school with two toddlers in tow. I graduated with a PhD in English and Creative Writing from the University of Denver, and I was off to pursue my dream.
After more than one foray into the minefields of matrimony, I met the man of my dreams, a tall Croatian guy who flies airplanes and dreams of being a screenwriter. We restored a 120-year-old Victorian home in Cincinnati, a house filled with magic and mystery, and we have a cabin at 8,000 feet in the Sangre de Cristo mountains where we go to write and remember what’s most important in life: love, nature, and taking time to reflect. We share our life with Emma Virginia Woof, an 8‑pound Papillon who is always game to ride under an airplane seat for a chance to sleep in front of a warm stove in a Colorado cabin.