Growing up in central Massachusetts, I always had my sights set in the east. In Paris, France, to be exact. I scorned anything west of the Pennsylvania border (my apologies to 2/3 of the nation). Later, I fell in love with the German language and studied in Heidelberg, Germany for a semester in college, anticipating I’d find my future husband around the next cobblestoned corner. Thus, my life is a walking testimony to God’s sense of humor, since today I live quite happily in Montana with a husband of 16 years who has worn cowboy boots since he was three (despite his New England upbringing) and who completely butchers the pronunciation of most French and German words.
As a mother of two girls, I spend some time honing important life skills such as cooking, cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, etc. I spend even more time, however, in front of my laptop agonizing over my latest WIP. When I’m not on mommy-duty and my WIP is being cantankerous, you can find me knitting or creating dioramas for my ever-expanding group of 16″ fashion dolls, Ellowyne Wilde. The closest I get to Europe these days is when I slide a favorite movie into the DVD player and opt for French in the Language Menu (I’d prefer German, but I’ll take what I can get).