| To start at the beginning, I grew up in the Bronx, New York, and went to Mercy College for my Bachelor’s degree and Hunter College for my Master’s – both of them in English and Comparative Literature. After finishing my own schooling, I taught high school English for nine years in New York City. One of the classes I taught was Creative Writing – an experience that proved to be very valuable for my future writing career.
When my son came along, my husband and I bought a house in Connecticut and I retired to be a stay-at-home mom. (That’s what women did in those days). Actually, I had the delusion that I would write my Ph.D. dissertation while my son was napping. Needless to say, this kind of scholarly work was impossible to do without access to a major library, and we didn’t have the money to hire a baby-sitter so I could go up to New Haven to use the library at Yale. So I wrote a romance novel instead. Truthfully, I have to admit that I’ve never regretted not getting that Ph.D.
I still live in Connecticut with my wonderful husband, Joe, who has been a rock of support during all our married years. My two grown children, Jay and Pam, don’t actually live under our roof, but they certainly drop in frequently – which I like very much.
As those of you who are faithful readers of my books probably suspect, I suffered for all my adult life with migraine headaches. I actually wrote my last three books with a piece of cardboard taped over my left eye, to try to alleviate the stabbing pain behind it. Then, wonder of wonders, the headaches went away. My whole mental and emotional outlook has changed because of this miracle (and I do not use that word lightly).
Even my beloved Yankee’s disastrous post-season couldn’t dim my renewed pleasure in life. And, if Joe and I (both fanatic fans) are lucky, the UConn basketball teams will have a good year and help to put some cheer into a New England winter.