My first memory of writing stories is me sitting in the back seat of my mother’s red Pontiac, my imagination guiding my pencil across the pages of a yellow lined notepad. I don’t remember what I wrote, but I went through a lot of pencils. In elementary school, I wrote stories and plays in essay notebooks. When I was ten, I wrote a play about an astronaut stranded on the moon that was performed for the fifth graders. I thought I’d be a playwright.

Next came nonfiction. At UConn I wrote for horror movie reviews and articles for one of the college newspapers. My first ‘real job’ was as a writer for a corporation. I thought I be a corporate writer. Then, I worked for an ad agency, and I thought I’d be an ad writer.

After college I got married, had two children, two dogs, one cat, five snakes, two geckos, one painted turtle, and one duckling named Little Shit who would poop in our pool which turned the water a lovely shade of green. Every week something would happen that would’ve made a great story, but I was too busy to write. I thought I’d never write again.

When my children were in high school, I bumped into a woman at a craft fair, and she mentioned that a writer friend had opened a writing workshop. I signed up the following week. I was finally ready to be a writer.

Now, I am a Pushcart Prize nominee. I write horror, fantasy, inspirational, and literary short stories and flash fiction. I am a former flash fiction editor and frequent fiction contest participant. My favorite genre is horror because I get to kill off my characters who I base on real people who piss me off. Oh, I am also the vice president of an auto collision shop in Connecticut.

Feel free to contact me via my contact page if you’d like to chat, or if you’d like me to base a character on someone who you feel deserves to be killed off in a gruesome manner!