I began my career in third grade when I realized that if I wrote for a living, I wouldn't have to do math. In college, I chose English as my major because, again, there were few math requirements and also because of the many career possibilities an English degree offered. I chose retail. After years of technical writing (I fudged the math parts), I got a job as a newspaper reporter, ending up as Associate Editor of Presstime, which went to newspaper publishers. I wrote for writers (or anyway, their bosses). I'm currently writing a memoir based on a tussle I had five years ago with a really rare disease that took me on a journey through insanity and back. I've been married for an eternity to my CPA husband, who does my math. We have four children, none of whom chose writing as their careers, and six grandchildren, who have no interest in what I do as long as I can buy them things. I collect words, love daffodils, sarcasm and books. I've been known to blast Diet Coke out of my nose laughing. I can sum up my personality in seven words: Last week, I lost my ADD pills.
My dad taught me my love of words. My Aunt Mary taught me to laugh at myself -- and the world. A whole scrum of mean editors taught me grammar.
Furniture Pirates: Waking up paralyzed and insane
GBS/CIDP Foundation International; American Syringomyelia & Chiari Alliance Project; Kent May 4 Center
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