My life so far...

A much younger and much cuter me!

 I grew up on a farm in the little town of Wilford, Idaho. I used to spend cold Idaho mornings milking cows before the sun came up. It's something I like to mention to my kids when I want to point out how much harder my life was than theirs. I attended Teton Elementary, South Fremont Junior High, and South Fremont High School. Every October we got out of school for two weeks for potato harvest. Hunter's Education was part of our sixth-grade curriculum. 

I've always wanted to be a writer. I wrote my first book for my little brother, sewed the pages together and had one of my friends illustrate it. In sixth grade, I started an underground newspaper. (I think it lasted about two issues.) In high school, I was part of an all-girls yearbook staff. I wrote a lot of the sports copy—everything from football to wrestling to rodeo.I grew up on a farm in the little town of Wilford, Idaho. I used to spend cold Idaho mornings milking cows before the sun came up. It's something I like to mention to my kids when I want to point out how much harder my life was than theirs. I attended Teton Elementary, South Fremont Junior High, and South Fremont High School. Every October we got out of school for two weeks for potato harvest. Hunter's Education was part of our sixth-grade curriculum. 

I've always wanted to be a writer. I wrote my first book for my little brother, sewed the pages together and had one of my friends illustrate it. In sixth grade, I started an underground newspaper. (I think it lasted about two issues.) In high school, I was part of an all-girls yearbook staff. I wrote a lot of the sports copy—everything from football to wrestling to rodeo.

My teenage summers meant bridge jumping and dragging main (also known as cruising main, or driving up and down main street, wasting gas and chasing guys from neighboring towns). I drove a sweet, red, 1971 Chevelle Malibu, that looked great but sometimes showed it's age. One summer the heater got stuck on full blast, then it died completely in time for Winter.  A short in the horn meant it honked every time I stepped on the brake. (I only got pulled over once for honking at a police car at a stop light.)

What Bridge-Jumping should look like  (above) and what I looked like doing it.(right) I have the whole panicked arm-flapping thing down.

I survived high school and went on to Ricks College (now BYU-Idaho) where I majored in Broadcast Communications. I was one of the founding deejays for a small campus radio station, KWBH. I met the love of my life at Ricks when he dropped me on my head during a volleyball game with my roommates. I didn't even know his name. It was love at first brain-jarring drop. We were married a year later and together we moved onto Brigham Young University, Provo. After two years of hanging out at at KBYU, the campus television station, and working on my film minor at a small motion picture studio, I left BYU with a degree in Broadcast Communications and a son.

Four kids and a few moves later, I the beautiful forests of Lacey, Washington are home. My kids are grown and (mostly) flown. I have two grandbabies I don't get to see nearly enough. I write, read, clean, garden (poorly) substitute in our school district, and hang out with my husband and our very spoiled dog.