Born and bred in New England, I sport a healthy accent that drops and adds "r's" in true Bostonian fashion (anyone care for some peetzer a.k.a., pizza).Convinced that my calling was a career in nursing, my adolescence was spent working in nursing homes. A year into my nursing degree, I hit one of those forks in the road, the ones that churn and burn and tell you, "Sorry kid, not that way." I switched majors, graduating with a degree in social psychology and working as a psychiatric counselor until the birth of baby number two, where I accepted the very lucrative position of stay at home mom. To clarify, staying at home meant holding down multiple part time jobs as well as writing and publishing my first book, My Big Fat Head. After a five-year stint as a newspaper columnist, occasional PR for businesses and nonprofits, and the jack of many part time jobs, I landed a role as a full time employee in corporate America. A year later, I completed my first novel, Damaged Goods. Though my aspirations have rarely matched my actual path, I've resigned to go along for the ride because at the end of the day, I realize I'm not driving the bus. What I have discovered is that the only time I'm me, the only time I feel defined, is when I'm tapping on my keyboard or scribbling thoughts on sticky notes. When I close my eyes, the "me" I see is a storyteller, so whenever I hit a bumpy road, I tell myself, "Eh, why not? It'll be a good story.".
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