As a small girl I didn’t read bedtime stories, I made up my own.  Who needed Little Red Riding Hood or The Three Little Pigs when there were so many great tales bouncing around in my head?  When I grew up and became a mother to three little girls, I continued the tradition of making up bedtime stories.  On the occasions I chose to tell conventional fairytales, I would give them a bit of tweaking here and there or add a new ending.  My girls loved it.

After my daughters had the nerve to actually grow up and leave home, I discovered I had a passion for writing and jumped right in.  I’ve been married forty years to the man I began dating when I was fifteen years old. That should qualify me as an expert in happily-ever-after romance.

I live in Marietta, Georgia with my hubby and two tiny dogs that seem to think they rule the world.  Some days I think maybe they do.

I still frequently tell myself stories as I fall asleep.  The only difference now is when I wake up the next morning, I turn them into books.