I grew up in Connecticut with my mother, father, sister and brother. I was right in the middle, my sister Barbara older, and my brother Billy younger.

My mother used to spin yarns for us. She’d stand at the sink, her hands immersed in soapy dishwater (forgetting all about the dishes!) and transport us back to her childhood. I was hooked on stories, and once I could read, books were my constant companions.

Billy and I played lots of “pretend” games. We went on treasure hunts with our friends. We’d bury treasure—marbles and pretty stones—in a glass jar, and make maps to find it. We also “sailed” into adventure on our ship, a raised triangle of land in the lot next door. Summers were filled with backyard picnics, endless games of monopoly, and the excitement of the ice cream truck. And there was oodles of time to read, so Barbara and I made many trips to the library.

After high school, I attended nursing school. I later earned a BA at the University of Hartford and an MA at CCSU. For a time, I wrote free-lance articles about medicine, art and culture, and travel. I enjoyed interviewing people and traveling, but always, in the back of my mind, was the thought, maybe I could write a book – tell a story. So, I decided to try my hand at a novel and Mystery at Kittiwake Bay was born.

My daughters are now grown and my husband and I have five lovely grandchildren. We are lucky to have both families right here in Connecticut.