(A bit about me) Some of the things I like are: Christmas, Hanging out with my kids, Hearing from my readers, Hanging out with my husband, Sushi, Laughing until my stomach hurts and….
This is a picture of my older daughter. She graduated from Harvard and now works with the public schools in Boston, helping teachers design programs for kids with autism.
I am so proud of the work she does for these kids. She is passionate about learning, kind and beautiful. And I am so lucky to have her as my daughter. I am especially thankful to have her back from NYC and close to home again!
This is a picture of my youngest daughter. She graduated from Northeastern but still works there running a lab and a study on cognitive brain issues with regards to the elderly and exercise. These are all big words that completely confuse me. But I love that she is really into science. When she smiles, there is no brighter spot in any room, and when she’s not with me, I miss her like crazy!
This is my mother. My mother used to tape down her bangs when they were wet so they would stay straight when they dried. She often forgot the tape was there. She was a high-powered, highly-paid consultant and taught all three of us from an early age that we could be anything we wanted to be if we worked hard enough
This is my husband. He loves any sport. I think he would watch thumb wrestling if they showed it on TV. He is very smart so I hate playing games with him because he always wins. He is my best friend
This is my father. Because of his genealogical research, the story of The Sacrifice was discovered and written. Here my father holds me by my feet. My father is a jet pilot and an engineer. Only an engineer could figure out this might work with a baby.
This is my sister Lauren. That was her then
This is her now. She actually is a tanker pilot and was the inspiration for my book Pilot Mom which came out in the summer of 2003 from Charlesbridge Publishing.
This is my nephew. He is the very best athlete that ever lived. At least that’s what he tells me
This is my niece. She is the smartest kid I ever met and can read a book faster that I can talk – which is pretty fast.
This is my sister Mara. She is younger than I am, although most people have to ask, which makes me happy and her mad. She is my soulmate and knows me best of all.
Once when I was forty-two, she caught me talking to myself and making faces during a play. (Talking to yourself is fine when you are eight but not so good when you are forty-two). She thinks this is funny and will not let me forget it. But now I can have the last laugh as this is my website so I can tell you about the time she walked through the Capitol in Washington, DC and did not know that her skirt was hitched up and caught in her pantyhose
This is my uncle. He dressed like a Native American one Thanksgiving to surprise my daughter. She loved it – as you can see. My uncle would do anything you ask of him – as evidenced by this picture!
Here are some of the things I don't like 🙂
Being told what to do and how to think
Snow when it gets dirty
My husband when he burps
These are some of my friends. I have been richly blessed in this life with some wonderful ones.
This is my oldest friend. We laugh like crazy when we see each other. Our jokes are too stupid to tell you!
These were my two best friends from Dallas. We were pretty wicked with the two-step!
This is my roomate from college. She is cleaning our room. The Smithsonian has asked for this picture as it was such a rare sight!!!
This friend and I drove around a parking lot seventeen times on the same floor before we realized we had not exited.
These are some dear friends with whom I hang out now. In our spare time we raise money for our kids’ schools. People love to give us money!! I can’t guess why.
I have a big night out once a month with this gruesome bunch. We have frequently been asked to leave restaurants.
Did you ever meet someone for the first time and feel like you’ve really known her all your life? Well, that’s how I feel about this friend. Maybe we were sisters seperated at birth? That would be a good story!
No writer can work alone. You always need someone to tell you what you’ve done wrong.
These fine friends are my best critics!