It’s my turn in this very fun series of posts. I hope the readers of this blog are enjoying this as much as the writers of it are.
I met my husband, Jerry, poolside at my apartment complex. When I entered the pool area, the only empty lounge chair was next to him. Before long I was drawn into a conversation with him and another person. Later I asked him to tell me when my 15 minutes of swimming laps was up (the clock was small and hard to see). He let me swim quite a bit over 15 minutes before I caught on. Our wedding was nine months later.
When Jerry and I married, I wore the wedding dress first worn by my oldest daughter Micki two years earlier. A year after me, my youngest daughter Jennifer also wore the same gown. It looked different on each of us because we’re different heights and body shapes. (Could not easily find Micki’s photo so had to settle for just two.)
My mom always told me my first word was “horse.” I don’t know if that is true, but my love of horses has been a constant throughout my life. The summer I was 15, I worked as a carhop in order to save up the money to buy my first horse. I rode bareback everywhere because I didn’t have the money to buy a saddle until about ten years later. And, just for the record, I passed on that love of horses to daughters and oldest granddaughter, all of whom own horses today.
I’m a late-in-life, very-part-time college student, inspired by my daughters who both earned their Bachelor Degrees (in Science, no less!!) in recent years. My goal is to earn my own degree before I need a walker to go up to get it during the ceremony.
I wrote my first two and a half books longhand on yellow legal pads (beginning in March 1981) and typed them on the office typewriter during lunch hours and coffee breaks. I bought my first computer (monochrome screen, no hard drive, two 7.25″ floppies) the month my first novel was published and learned to use it while entering the first half of my third book.
My Coming to America series was born when I visited Ellis Island and began imagining what it would have been like for my Irish, English, and Swedish ancestors to immigrate to America. So I created characters from each of those countries, bringing them through the Ellis Island experience, and then letting them settle in Iowa, Montana, and Idaho.
I was born again on Valentine’s Day, the perfect holiday for a heart to be transformed.
One reason my heroines know how to swoon is because I am a swooner. The first time I fainted I was four and a half years old. I ran out of the bedroom on Christmas morning to see if Santa had come, saw the presents under the tree, and passed out cold. No harm done. But the last time I fainted (summer 2010), I was quite a bit older than 4 1/2 (understatement). I blacked out, and during the fall, I broke my ankle in three different places (the surgeon called it “shattered”). Not as much fun to tell that story.
I grew up in a high desert valley (Boise) that butts up against a mountain range, and I honestly grieve when I cannot see mountains, at least in the distance. Plus I think any humidity over 35% is too much, whether the temps are warm or cold.
I took ballet for over six years and can still do a not-so-bad, little-old-lady version of an arabesque, tour jeté.
Now, what are some things we might not know about YOU?