I’m glad you came to this page! My letter to you. For me, it’s my scary page!
I want to share with you things you may not know about me. Secret stuff that makes me who I am.
I separated from my first husband with an ‘almost’ two-year old, and one human being growing in my belly. Not the best of times, but looking back, it was a time of building inner strength, as often these things go.
I knew I had to go big to survive financially, so I’m rather proud that I blended careers in selling high-end real estate while providing exemplary interior design services. I’m grateful it paid the bills, but my heart was not rewarded.
I married my soul mate in 1988. He took on me and my two sons.
In 2001, an empty nester and married to this guy who was passionate about his work, I remembered my fifth grade teacher encouraging me to write. I also remembered the strongbox hidden in my closet, filled with notes and what if’s if I were going to ever write a book.
I write suspense and with that comes a bit of gore. I pass out at the sight of blood. Anything over about three tablespoons and you will find me on the floor.
I write what I love to read and watch, but I’m mindful of the wickedness in my works. I always strive to give back a socially redeeming message. Sometimes it’s about morals, or perhaps, enlightening my readers as to what might be going on in their own backyards. I write fiction, but I am pretty serious about some facts.
Last secret. I’m rather skinny. Always a perfect size six, I inched up toward an eight. I lost weight when my mother, who lived with me and my husband for years, passed away in 2008. It is not a diet I recommend. It’s the grief diet. For some reason the weight hasn’t come back but for a few good pounds. I’m not proud of this diet. Not one bit. I irregularly post a blog, My Skin Used to Fit. This was a title my beloved mother gifted to me, where we can openly explore the crap of getting older.
That’s me. For now.
Always feel free to contact me. It’s just me!
Lala
