Through my growing-up years and even beyond, my adoptive mother called me a “storyteller” on a regular basis. She didn’t mean it as a compliment, I’m sure – but I like to think I was practicing for what I do now.

Very early on, I turned to writing as a way to cope with a difficult, violent childhood. I learned to create worlds where the good guys win, and the bad guys pay for their crimes. Good ultimately triumphs, and things turn out as they should have in real life.

Author of
Prodigal Hearts

Prodigal Hearts was born out of the love and respect I have for those standing on the thin red and blue lines. Those who run toward danger while others run away from it, the ones who rush in to rescue those who cannot rescue themselves, will always be my heroes.

Currently I live in rural Shasta County with Patrick, my husband of four years. We have six cats, though that number is subject to change with little or no notice (That happens when you’re in the rescue business). I have two adult daughters, a wonderful son-in-law, and three grandsons. I am blessed beyond measure.