​When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than to be a writer, but I thought it required a “gift” that was offered only to a chosen few, a bit of magic that, for whatever reason, I didn’t believe had been sprinkled on me. It took me a long time to understand that writing is a craft. It takes practice and dedication and can be learned by anyone with an inclination toward stories who is willing to put word after word onto the page, delete what doesn’t work, relentlessly revise, and continue to write on. I have GrubStreet to thank for this lesson, and for its beautiful community of writers that support each other through what can sometimes feel like a harrowing task.

I started my career as an entrepreneur, and thought I was on a break between start-ups when I sat down to put my parent's turbulent love story on paper. That became my first book, Finding Home, A Family Memoir. I tried my hand at fiction next, and four books later, I haven't looked back. The chance to dive into the subconscious day after day is a gift. When the going gets tough, or I need feedback or a pep talk, I rely mightily on my amazing writing group (see photo). They keep me going.